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The Electra Complex	By : DeniPie Category: +S to Z > Samurai Champloo Views: 13152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay, here we are
again. No this is not the end of this fic,
no matter how final the end of the chapter sounds. The first to chaps
were basically to set up a background, and an anthem, ya kno?
N.E.wayz, enjoy.

Much luv

The Deni Pie

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T h e
E l e c t r a Co m p l e x

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Throw
your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me

And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see

It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you

My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear

If you want me hold me back

Frail, the skin is
dry and pale, the pain will never fail

And so we go back to the remedy

Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie

And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

I don't need a
friend, I need to mend so far away

So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long

It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure

I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here

If you want me hold me back

Frail, the skin is
dry and pale, the pain will never fail

And so we go back to the remedy

Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie

And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Frail, the skin is
dry and pale, the pain will never fail

And so we go back to the remedy

Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie

And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Hold your eyes closed,
take me in

Hold your eyes closed, take me in

Frail, the skin is
dry and pale, the pain will never fail

And so we go back to the remedy

Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie

And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Frail, the skin is
dry and pale, the pain will never fail

And so we go back to the remedy

Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie

And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

�Remedy� - Seether

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It
was just sex. That was all. Insert tab �A� into slot �B� and repeat. No big
deal. It began shortly after Jin had asked for the ryu,
which the bastard still had yet to pay him back for, to buy some woman
or another. If he had to guess, it was probably a week after that incident. Not
that he was paying that much attention to it, but she began to act differently.
Mostly around Jin, he noticed. She fidgeted more, sent more glimpses at the
stoic man when she thought no one was looking, she also seemed more depressed.
She didn�t have so much of that optimistic energy that usually surrounded her.
He teased her about it, of course. Fuu was sniffing
after Jin like a panting bitch in heat and it was funny to watch.

It was late and
thanks to his �financial expertise� they could afford a room to spend the night
in. Mugen didn�t know why the hell they had to get so
pissy about where he got the money; the point was
that he got it. What the hell difference did it make where it came from? The
way he saw it was that if a man couldn�t manage to hold onto his money then he
didn�t deserve it to begin with.

They were all
exhausted and had practically collapsed onto the floor upon entry. Years of
piracy and increasing attempts for the bounty on his head had made him a light
sleeper. At the sound of shuffling, an obvious endeavor to not wake the other
occupants in the room, he lazily opened his eyes to see Fuu
quietly making her way out the door. He sent a glare at the other dozing
tenant, seeing as how he obviously didn�t intend on getting his snowy
ass up anytime soon. Mugen gave a dramatic show of
sighing exasperatedly, purposefully making as much noise as he could while
exiting, if he wasn�t going to get any sleep then no one was.

She was out of sight
by the time he slid open the door, though it didn�t take him long to find her.
The blaring pink of her robes stood out in the sugarcane field like a cow�s
ass. He stood on the edges, half hoping the farmer of
the clearing would save him the trouble and chase her out himself. But, Gods
forbid anyone else do any fucking work around here. He thought irritatedly. Walking up behind her he was a little
surprised she couldn�t hear him until he was practically looking over her
shoulder.

�What the hell are
you doing?� He asked drowsily. There was no way this was worth the sleep he was
loosing over it.

He watched her give a
small start, rounding on him before recognizing his voice. Tossing a glance at
the tears still drying on her face, he wondered what the hell was she crying
over now? Mugen was very
rarely caught off guard. The ground underneath him could abruptly caved in and he still would have been bracing himself for
it. But nothing could have prepared him for Fuu
suddenly throwing herself at him with enough force to knock him to the ground.
His back hit the foliaged floor with a loud grunt, her arms tight around his
neck, lips prying his open and tongue darting inside to twist and pirouette
over his own.

Easily
throwing her off, his arm came up to swipe away the dribble of unknown saliva
trickling down his unshaven chin. He
looked at her like she had lost her mind, and Fuu was
quick to assume and accept his refusal, rising to her feet with angry
humiliation before a calloused hand darted out, snatching her ankle and yanking
her to the ground. She yelped, her body smashing to the grass with a heavy
�thud!�, not having enough time to cry out as she was
dragged over the prickly cane and aggressively hauled under a leering Mugen. His fingers brusquely digging into the folds of her
robes, he all but tore them from her shoulders, shoving them to bunch at her
waist.

It was the same, but
different. It was the same sex he normally had, with the women he bought and
the women he persuaded. He knew no gentle thrusts, no soft caresses, no sweet kisses. Fighting was the same as fucking to him.
And in that aspect, this encounter was just like all the others. His hands
eagerly grabbed, squeezed, and seized any patch of pale, feminine skin he laid
eyes own, harshly and without hesitation. Red, gray and beige fabric flew from
his body like the criminal he was, Mugen hurriedly
pressing his naked flesh to hers. Dry lips and wet teeth bit and gnashed at her
neck, collar bone, and descending still. Mugen
pillaged a woman�s body the same he would a cargo ship. Brutally, without
mercy, and forcefully taking whatever he could lay his hands on. In that sense,
fucking Fuu was the same as all screwing anyone else.

Lifting her thin
legs, he brought them up with him as he pushed his chest to what little breasts
she had. And she scratched, bit, and dragged her nails down his chest, leaving
prominent red lines and blisters in their wake. And in that she was different.
For Mugen, fucking, like fighting, couldn�t be done
without a little pain and most women, even the bought ones, either complained
or lay their enduring it. Fuu cursed, spit, and
hissed like an angry cat. For some reason she kept trying to turn them over,
kept trying to move on top, and many times Mugen had
to assertively push her back to ground, using his weight to press her into the
grass and sugarcane. He had always taken what he wanted from a woman�s body,
but Fuu fought him thrust for thrust like a hated
enemy. And that made it different.

She was hot, wet and
impossibly tight. But she wasn�t a virgin, and he couldn�t help being a little
surprised. Easily shrugging it off he hiked her knees
over his shoulders and sunk into her like his blade into a beaten opponent. He
panted and gasped in ecstasy, his bronzed skin shining with a thick sheen of sweat.
Rough fingers squeezed her thighs, promising sweet bruises of black and blue
the following morning. Her hips rolled awkwardly up to meet his, keeping up
with his pace the best she could. Mugen cried out,
clenching his eyes shut at a particular intense thrust.

He felt her pelvis
move against his in wild abandon, completely ignoring the rhythm he had set.
Her muscles clamped down on him, squeezing him, killing him, and driving him
absolutely insane. Driving harder into her dripping heat, he sucked in a deep
breath, letting it hiss through his teeth as his body went as taunt as a
bowstring. He gave a few more powerful thrusts, riding out his orgasm like a
wave before collapsing onto her. Panting and gasping for air he forgot to let
her legs go from his shoulders, trying to steady his breath and heartbeat.

Fuu recovered shortly before he did, pulling her knees away
from his grasping fingers, she let them flop onto the dirty floor beneath her.
He smirked, lifted his head up long enough to lazily trail his tongue up her
throat, licking away the sweat drops he found there. She tasted irresistibly of
salt and addiction. Mugen sighed, satisfied and
tired, returning to rest his head on her chest. Oddly enough, he found that
small breasts made for a more comfortable pillow than the bigger ones.

His eyes were barely
closed when he felt her small hands pushing at his shoulders. Blinking tiredly
he rose to give her an irritated look for the disturbance, but she only used
the given room to crawl out from underneath him, standing up to right her
kimono. �Where the hell are you going, now?� He drawled, yawning sleepily. Mugen sent her a lazy glare when she didn�t� bother to
answer him, glowering at her back as she walked through the cane field toward,
what he guessed, was their room.

What the hell
happened to women being tired after awesome sex? Shrugging it off he turned on his back, languidly resting in the grass. Idly
scratching his chest he decided it was better this way, girls tended to get a
little needy after fucking, at least he didn�t have to deal with that with her.
It was just sex. No big deal.

Fuu was already asleep, lying beside the window when he
finally got around to going back. Glancing at Jin, he noticed how the samurai
tensed, eyes still closed, when he came in. It was no surprise that he was a
light sleeper too. He obviously knew it was Mugen and
relaxed, going back to sleep. The pirate snorted at the casual dismissal and
went back to his own spot in the room, finding a comfortable position before
giving into fatigue.

It was a good while
before their next encounter. Neither one of them mentioned it and went on
pretending it never happened. But Mugen continued to
send glances her way, wondering whether or not this was going to be a
reoccurring thing or if he was going to have to go back to wasting money on
women. It would be more convenient if she would get her sorry ass off that high
horse of hers and let him get her alone. It would definitely save them a deal
of direly needed money. Everyone else seemed to be making sacrifices for this
little quest of hers, why couldn�t she?

The pretending
finally ended the night Mugen stole her diary.
Burning the bitch�s memoirs wasn�t as satisfying as he had hoped it would be,
seeing the pages writhe and blacken in the destructive flames didn�t give him
the gratification he deserved. If she thought he was nothing more than an ugly,
low-class delinquent then why the hell did she spread her legs for him like
some wanton whore. He snorted; the little stuck up snob wasn�t as classy as she
pretended to be. She could sympathize with a drug dealer holding a knife to her
throat and a fag of an artist trying to pimp her off to some horny Europeans,
but it was him that she was so ready to think the worst of. He decided
that he didn�t care. Why should he care that the little bitch didn�t like or
trust him. But it wasn�t that, that got to him. It was what she wrote
about Jin. They were just words, but they were the hurt feelings of a girl in
love, or infatuated, whatever. She had wanted to talk to Jin, for him to open
up to her, to be closer to him. She found him attractive. Mugen
wanted to tell him about the night in the cane field, and had he found just the
littlest bit of requited affection, he would have. Just to take the wind out of
the clammy bastard�s sails. But Jin only stared blankly at the paper as if he
were reading no more than a restaurant menu. Curiously, he asked him how he
felt about it, as a man. As usual he got no response, not one that a man
enamored would have given anyway.

Mugen ignored the samurai�s complaints of his destroying someone
else�s property, his eyes watched each piece of paper
curl and wither in agony. No, it wasn�t as satisfying as he had hoped. More
needed to be done. He contemplated tossing her prissy little tanto knife into the fire as well. Mulling that idea over
in this head for a few minutes he decided that wasn�t enough either. It still
didn�t bring the retribution his contempt was demanding at the moment. Roughly
jerking to his feet he mumbled �I�m gonna go take a bath.�

�Fuu
is still in there.� Jin replied calmly.

�Fuck Fuu!� He spat, not even pausing in his step.

As usual, the stoic
man was right. And as usual, Mugen didn�t care. He
could vaguely make out Fuu�s shape through the fog
and steam from the spring. Tugging off his clothes and still feeling the need
for a bit of reprisal, he ran, jumping into the water in front of her.

Fuu gasped, jolting up as waves flung themselves at her in
aggressive splashes. Her arms darted across her chest, apprehensively seeking
out her intruder. She let out a startled scream when Mugen
suddenly popped up from the water at her feet, sending more flying drops of
water in her face. �MUGEN!� She shrieked furiously at
him, ripping the towel from her head to place it protectively over her front.
�What do you think you�re doing! Get out of here!� She
shouted, pointing at the exit.

He paid her no mind,
wading past her to the spring wall he sank comfortably into the water, leaning
his back against the rocky ledge. His arms came to rest on the edge, relaxing
his head back, nonchalantly opening one eye to see her still glowering at him
heatedly. He snorted, noticing her still guardedly clutching the silly towel
like a shield. �Not like you�ve got anything to hide.� He jeered. �Anyway, I�ve
seen it all before.� He said, casually picking at his ear.

She fumed,
practically shaking with wrathful thoughts when he made no move to leave. �Mugen. Get. Out. NOW!�
She growled.

�Maybe if you had
just washed your scrawny ass and quit hogging the bath I wouldn�t of had to come in here.� He yawned, closing his eyes and
sliding deeper into the steaming spring.

�Fine! I will! Just leave so I can get out!�

�Nah,
too late for that now.� He crooned,
leisurely putting his arms behind his head.

Fuu subdued herself with pleasant thoughts of punching him in
the face and kicking him in more tender places. Making an irritated noise she
began to wade over to the bathing house.

Mugen�s eyes slid open a fraction when she made to pass him. His
hand snapped out, snagging the edge of her precious towel, giving it a hard
yank out of her grasp. She shrieked as the cold air hit her skin, arms once
again flinging themselves around her chest. He watched her drop into the water
up to her rips, whipping around to glare daggers at him, full of violent
promises. He eyed her indifferently, ignoring her rage. �Stop
being so fucking dramatic. I told you, I already saw it all.�

�And hopefully you
would�ve never seen it again!� She hissed.

He glowered at her
before lunging forward, his arms going over her head to thoroughly dunk her. A
smirk slid over his face when she came up spurting, spitting, and gasping for
the breath she didn�t take before. That had felt better than burning the stupid
book. Crossing his arms in front of him he stared her down as her hands
continued to childishly cover her intimate parts. �If you wanted to fuck Mr.
Tight-ass so badly, why didn�t you just go to him instead?� He sneered.

�Oh shut up! You
don�t even know what you�re talking about!� She bit back, turning on her heel
to tread to the bathhouse, making sure to keep the water above her hips.

Mugen watched her stupid attempts to hide her
not-so-private-areas from his eyes as she rounded herself away from him.

Fuu cried out, her elbow being swiped from behind, harshly
jerking her up from the spring and hauling her against a hard chest. Her face
turned vicious, when wiry arms swooped around her to pin her to a bronze body.
�Have you lost your mind! Let me go!�

�What�s wrong, Fuu? Not attractive enough for you, too
much of a low-class delinquent to be friends with?� He jeered at her,
tightening his grip. He wasn�t really all that mad anymore. Who could be mad
with a wet, naked, girl shoved up against them? He was just playing with her.
She didn�t have to be such a bitch about it.

She hated that leer
of his, wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face. �As a
matter of fact, YES!� She snapped, pounding his chest with her tiny
fists.

He only laughed at
her, abruptly pressing her against the jagged spring wall. Her eyes widened at
his shamelessness, lifting her small frame enough to let her feel him against
her. A familiar hardness pushed into her as he suggestively rocked himself
against her stomach. �don�t you dare!� She hissed in a
low voice. Jin was too close, much too close.

Giving a little
snicker he playfully nipped at her ear, lowering her down close enough for her
folds to touch the tip of him. �Aw c�mon, you�re the one who forced
herself on me. I just want a little justice, that�s all. I�m feeling very taken advantage of.�

�Mugen,
I swear I�m going to kill you!� She growled pummeling at his unmoving
shoulders.

The pirate licked his
lips sliding her even lower. �You�re doing a bang up job of it already.� He
breathed naughtily into her ear. Yanking her hand back, Fuu
brought it down across his face, content to see his head snap back with the
force of it.

And just like that,
he had her wrists pinned above her head in a blood-clotting grip. Leaving his other fingers free to part her legs, lifting one up around
his waist as he plunged her down onto his throbbing member. Once again
she was kicking, and fighting him stroke for stroke, silently mouthing what he
could only guess were biting curses aimed at him and probably the mother he
never knew.

He came, hard; with a
gasp and a cry poised on the tip of his tongue. Her walls shuddered and clamped
down on him like a hungry mouth and he noticed her biting her lip, blood
trickling down her chin, as she made the extra effort to keep quiet. They slid
limply down the stony wall and deeper into the spring, water surrounding them
up to their necks. Mugen observed the redness slowly
trailing over her bottom lip mixing and diluting with the water gathered there.
Diving in, he angled his mouth over hers, worrying the tender flesh between his
lips, his tongue forcing its way past her defenses and into the moist caverns
of her mouth. It wasn�t a tender kiss, if it could even be called that. It held
no ardor, no affection. It was more of a �fuck you� kiss, made to dominate the spoils
of a battle, over a prize conquered. And she accepted it, letting his tongue
draw mindless patterns on the roof of her mouth.

Finally their
breathing slowed, their hearts returning to normal. Like the last time, she
pushed him away from her, turning and heading back to where ever was the farthest away from him. It was hard to be offended
when endorphins were running through your body and the after-sex glow still
softened the edges your vision like a drug. He leaned back, pushing off the
wall to float comfortably on his back. Mugen
sniggered, hooking his foot around Fuu�s ankle and
childishly tripping her. She didn�t turn to glare at him, or yell at his
immaturity like he thought she would. Instead, the chocolate haired girl simply
regained her balance and climbed out of the water, shivering when the air hit
her skin as she walked into the bathhouse. Mugen
frowned in the direction she had taken. Hmph! Leave
it to her to ruin the mood. Lazily backstroking around the spring, he chose to
forget about her for the time being.

The next morning he
caught Fuu mixing something together in a cup. It
smelled horrible and he cringed when she poured the green hued liquid down her
throat. He asked what it was and told her she had shit breath now. Jin glanced
up at the commotion and Fuu yelled at Mugen to mind his own business, he wasn�t the one who was
drinking it. And she continued to drink it, once every morning and once every
night. It took him a while, but upon further inspection he discovered that the
strange tea was the same formula used in most brothels. It acted as a decent
contraceptive.

After that, Fuu grew more receptive of his attentions. And as a direct
result, he felt empowered to increase that courtesy. But Fuu
was a strange girl, every time he thought he had figured her out, she had a new
angle to show him. Some angles better than others. He
started going to her more. When they had to camp outside she would wait for Jin
to fall asleep, before getting up and quietly creeping deeper into the forest,
far from their camp sight. And he would follow. Mugen
would give a few minutes head start and then track her down. It seemed every
time they had to sleep outside she would trail further and further from camp,
as if she simply couldn�t get far enough away. He didn�t understand it, but he
didn�t argue with it.

Mugen stopped trying to get his share of the money for rooms. Fuu would always shove his hands away with one sorry
attempt at an explanation or another when they got boarding for the night.
Whenever they reached a village and would try to raise enough to pay for
somewhere to sleep he always came back empty handed
with a half-assed excuse. He doubted they actually expected him to work for
money anyway. He wasn�t sure why she was less inclined to his advances when
they actually had a decent place for them for once, but he had a feeling it had
something to do with Jin. Maybe carrying on their little activities so close to
her precious samurai was too much for her.

Lately, though, she
had stopped even giving him explanations, and now just told him, none to kindly, to leave her alone. And he was growing tired with
her pissy attitude. Oh it was fine and dandy when she
wanted to fuck, but Gods forbid she actually roll over and make the effort when
he wanted some. Fed up with her fickle moods, he began to look for women
again, wasting any money he was supposed to be making for their journey on
brothels and sake. It was more to irritate her but he was always the one who
left incensed and thoroughly riled. He would whisper his suggestions for their
evening�s events in her ear and when she would brush him off he would promptly
stand up and head towards the door, if she didn�t want his propositions then he
could easily find someone else who did. Upon returning he would always tell Jin
about his specific activities with the specific someone or someone(s), paying
close attention to breast size and other such endowments that Fuu lacked, making sure to increase in detail and volume as
the one sided conversation continued.

Finally, he decided
that if she wanted a Mr. Too-high-and-mighty-to-pull-the-stick-outta-my-ass so bad, she was welcome to it. While his mind
made the decision, his body had a hard time obeying it. Somehow, every night he
always managed to edge himself close enough to snake his hands into her robes.
Sometimes he was successful, sometimes not so much. Either way he kept finding
himself following her into the woods, or convincing her with his fingers and
mouth to shut up for once and roll over. Giving up the fight he decided he
didn�t care, it was just sex. No big deal. If he didn�t get it from her then
there was usually an open brothel somewhere nearby.

He remembered the day
it changed, and the night he realized it. Mukuru had
betrayed him, again. And he had been stupid enough to fall for it. Washing up
on the shore, half dead, his vision blurred and then
he heard her. She was no more than a blur of pink and brown with tears running
down his face. �Mugen, it can�t be.� She had sobbed.
He wished, then, that he hadn�t been so hasty in burning her precious little
diary. He was curious to see what she would have written about him now. With
that thought in mind he had coughed up the water moving like bile in his lungs
before he lost consciousness. Her arms wrapped around him, dragging him to some
shelter he still didn�t know about. He had to try harder to stifle a laugh when
she removed his wet clothes, hanging them to dry like a little housewife. For
the first time in his life he felt safe, cared for. When Fuu
got up, his hand darted to catch her wrist, pulling her back to him. He didn�t
want her to go, didn�t want to loose that safeness, but now that he had it he
had something to protect. After telling her he was hungry she had rushed off to
find food, like a frantic mother bird. And he rose with things to settle and
debts to repay. Mugen had never felt guilty in his
life, but he imagined that the little pang in his chest was what it would feel
like when he pictured her reaction to coming back and finding him missing. But
he had things to do and he would deal with her wrath later.

That night, Mugen lay on his own futon in nothing but his pants in a
room all his own. He was grateful that they finally managing to get their own
boarding. They had used Mugen�s injuries, granted they
exaggerated them greatly, top play the owner�s sympathy card. He was glad to
have a room away from Jin for once, wanting to let his guard down for the
night. He felt physically and emotionally drained. He had been tricked, no, he had let himself be tricked. And
almost lost his life over it. He had never imagined himself dying over
something so stupid. He would either die by his own hand or bested by an
opponent. That was the only way. He hoped Kohza was
in hell right now, the pathetic bitch. His eyes clenched shut, teeth gritting
in his mouth, he wouldn�t think about them, they didn�t deserve it. �Fuu-chan must be happy��she gets to be with you.�

For some reason he
didn�t like Kohza talking about Fuu.
He didn�t want her involved in that part of his past, or preferably any part of
it. Thinking of her now he remembered how she had fretted and coddled over him
when he returned, only after she had screamed about him rushing into a fight
after a near death experience, how stupid he was, how the water probably got
into his brain, blah blah. But for once, she walked
next to him, close to him, sending nervous glances at him.
And it had felt nice, though he�d sooner lick Jin�s ass than tell her that.
Well, maybe he wouldn�t go that far. He sighed defeatedly.
Sleep wouldn�t come easy tonight.

He remembered how he
rose to his feet with the intent of walking off his insomnia. But oddly enough
his feet led him down and across the hall to her room. He stood there outside
the door for what seemed like forever. He had never had a family, real friends,
anyone who gave a remote damn about him. And it had never bothered him before,
he never really thought about it until he was sinking in the ocean, until they
were trying to carry him off to hell. He had never cared about a world that
would do just fine without him in it. Fuck the world, and fuck whatever God had
a problem with him. With the way he was going, when he died God would never
have to deal with him again so what the fuck did he care anyway?

But he didn�t want to
die. He didn�t want to die alone, forgotten, with no one to mourn his passing.
And he didn�t, he washed up on the beach, winded and hungry, but okay. Maybe
whoever was up there wasn�t such an asshole after all. Not only that but she
had found him. She told him she had searched all night for him. He didn�t know
what to say to that, or how to feel, knowing someone would cry if he weren�t
there. Knowing someone would actually be affected, negatively, by his
death. He had done nothing to deserve it. He didn�t owe her money or anything.
The image of her hovering over him, so close, and him simply telling her he was
hungry, came unbidden to mind. He wished he had kissed her instead. It seemed
like the better thing to do, too bad he hadn�t thought of it then.

Before he could stop
them, his fingers curled around the door, sliding it open and letting the light
pour in to form a long, slanted, yellow box on the floor, bending up half of
the wall on the other side of the room. The glow flowed over Fuu�s stomach, unlike him and Jin,
she was not a light sleeper. Closing the door, his bare feet padded
across the room to the edge of her futon. She didn�t snore. He was surprised.
Casually throwing one leg over her, Mugen lowered
himself until he sat straddling her hips. Still she didn�t wake and he took the
time to look at her. She lay on her back, one arm curled by her cheek, the
other bent over the shape of her head, on her hair which splaying loosely
around the pillow and onto the floor like a vat of spilled ink.

Mugen leaned over her, grasping her shoulder and giving it a
little shake. Her mouth opened in a groan of protest before turning her head
into the other arm. Giving her another, harder, shake she finally turned to
him, her eyes blinking exhaustedly and squinting into the darkness. She didn�t
start at all, she just looked at him fatigued and confused, like a mother would
her child coming to her in the middle of the night from a nightmare. He waved
his hand over her eyes, watching her attempt to follow it in the dark, her pupils
obviously still adjusting. Mugen didn�t want to think
about death anymore. He didn�t want to have a past, or
a future anymore. He wanted to stay here in this cheap, unfurnished, shack of a
room with her and fuck it all away.

Her jaw opened into a
wide yawn and he couldn�t stop himself from gently biting her chin. Giving her
eyes one last rub she raised up, forcing him into a sitting position with her,
still straddling her lap. Mugen didn�t think she knew
how close their were like this. He was tired, she was
tired, but yet here he was. She yawned again, her eyes half lidded and trying
to see her hands as they went to his pants in the dark. Mugen
looked down with her, watching her clumsy fingers fumble with the strings on
his hakama. His cheek accidentally brushed against
hers, his temple every now and then, tapping against her own.
He felt exhausted and so utterly subdued, staring down at her hands, pale even
in the dark, overcome with the strange impulse to cover them with his own.
Curious to how they�d fit.

It wasn�t just sex
anymore. And it wasn�t �no big deal.� He might have realized it only seconds
before she finally finished with the ties. She didn�t appear to notice that his
cheek was brushing her own, but that was all he could feel. It wasn�t like silk,
silk was too slippery and caught on every callous or imperfection that touched
it. This skin was soft and cradling, it felt painfully good against his rough
flesh and he wondered, suddenly, if his stubble scratched or hurt her. If it
did, she never told him. He was almost disappointed when her hands gripped the
hem of his hakama, she didn�t have to tell him, he
stood up enough to slip them off his legs and settle himself back over her. She
was lying back down by the time he returned to sitting on her hips.

She stared up at him
sleepily as he tugged her covers down and parted her sleeping robes. Mugen gazed down at her, letting his fingers slowly skim
down her body. They were both too tired to be angry, too exhausted to hurt each
other tonight. He didn�t know if he had ever not been in a rush to fuck,
but for some reason, right then, he was content with just touching her. Tracing
an invisible map over her belly and chest, idly palming a breast in his hand,
he allowed his thumb to draw circles around her nipple, watching it harden
under his ministrations. Leaning down, he heard her sigh, when his mouth closed
over the pinkened tip, his tongue laving over it
before lightly flicking against the firm little bud. His other hand molded and
fingered the breast that his mouth had to ignore for the moment, and he was
curious if his calluses bothered her. He was not soft, nor was he gentle, but
she never complained before.

The memory of her
hovering over him in the fisherman�s shack came back to him. She had been so
close; he could have kissed her had he thought of it at the time. Reluctantly
taking his lips away from the breast he was beginning to grow attached to, his
eyes trailed over the remnants of his saliva that glossed over Fuu�s rosy nipple. She looked confused when he went to her
face, nipping at her nose, then moving to her lips. His mouth moved over hers
much like it had her breast, slow, firm, and deliberate. Mugen
had always thought he could never be gentle in bed; he had never been before
and didn�t really know how. It had never interested him to try until now. It
wasn�t that hard, fatigue took the edge off and made him slow, and that was all the whole �gentle� thing was actually, really slow
fucking. You couldn�t be harsh or violent when you were tired and slow, so it
made it easier.

He grunted in
surprise when she abruptly broke away, turning her head away from him, all
together, to face the other side of the room. His lips followed hers for a
second before she clenched her eyes shut and turned further away from him,
almost burying her face in her arm beside her head. �Don�t do that.� She said.

Mugen stared at her, confused. He thought girls liked the whole
slow thing, they sure complained enough when he did it the way he
wanted. �What�s your problem?�

Fuu shook her head, still not looking at him. �Nothing,
just�..just hurry.�

�What? Why?� Since
when did women start asking men to hurry? That was the one thing they
always bitched about the most.

She sighed
exasperatedly, rolling her hips upwards into his. Mugen
hissed as her womanhood pressed hotly against his shaft. He bit and sucked at
her neck, pushing his pelvis back. Her hips rocked him like a cradle, warm and
welcoming. Climbing up to his rest on his forearms, he positioned himself at
her entrance. Her eyes weren�t on him; she wasn�t even looking at him at all.
Frowning at her, he surged himself forwards, sheathing himself with one hard
thrust. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, her back arching off the
floor. He rose to balance on his palms, which had moved to either side of her
head. She whimpered and crooned beneath him, looking for all
the world like a helpless little child.

Mugen found that he wanted her to throw her arms around him,
like she had their first time, in the sugarcane field. He wanted her legs to
wrap around his torso without him having to put them there himself. Yet she
remained on her back, arms by her head, and legs open and spread for him. Even
when she was behaving, she still managed to piss him off without even trying. He
shoved himself away from her, ignoring Fuu�s cry of
protest, his arms snaking out to grab her and pull her into his lap.

She may not have
wrapped her legs around him, but her knees curled and squeezed his hips, and
she was forced to fling her arms around him for balance as he pounded
mercilessly into her. Burying his face into the crook of her neck he could hear
her gasping and panting in his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders,
breaking skin as she cried out something he knew she didn�t mean to. He felt
like a waterfall of ice water had just flooded down his back. His orgasm
climaxed with no ecstasy and he came spouting curses that would make a
prostitute blush.

At least she had the
decency to look ashamed when he pushed her off. Not looking him in the face as
she crawled back to her futon to curl into a little naked ball. He just sat
there, his legs crossed Indian style in front of him.

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So
this is where he presently found himself. Sitting here, in the dark, loving a
girl he just realized had too much baggage to return his feelings. Why did he
care? What the hell did it matter if Jin�s name was the first on her lips? What
did it matter if she was only going to him because the other man wouldn�t have her?
She was still fucking him, right? It was still free, convenient, and money
saving, right?

It was different. That
was why he fucking cared. It wasn�t just sex and it wasn�t �no big deal.� Maybe
he had been a little hasty in thinking that whoever was up there wasn�t such an
asshole after all. They were all assholes and when he died they better pray he
didn�t escape from hell, because they were the first ones he was coming after
if he ever broke out. The moon shifted through the window on the other side of
the room, reflecting on her pale and flawless kin. She wasn�t asleep. Neither
was he. He didn�t know if he would be getting any of it tonight, or the next
night for that matter. It was kind of funny, if you were the sort of shit head
that laughed at those kinds of things. It looked like the Gods were starting
his eternal damnation early.

His fists clenched in
and out, working in an odd way over his knees. There was a tension in his chest
and shoulders that made him want to hit something. Preferably
her. She wasn�t even looking at him, just staring at the other wall as
the moon played over her baby flesh. If she were a ship, he�d pillage her right
there, if she were money he�d kill her owner and shove her in his pocket, if
she were an ordinary woman he�d tell her to shut up and enjoy it. But she
wasn�t just any of the above. She was Fuu. She was
the girl his heart had shackled itself to without asking. She was the one
person he wanted to want more from him, to expect more from him.

But in the end, he
was the one who wanted more from her. He wanted her to write nice things about
him in her diary, too. He wanted her to trust him and expect him to be there.
He wanted her to have that little intuition women seemed to have, and simply
know when he was angry and how to sooth him. He wanted her to tell him she
loved him in spite of all his faults. He wanted her to stop curling into a
fucking fetal position and just look at him and tell him she didn�t mean it.
Apologize for calling out for Jin while he was the one who was sheathed inside
her.

Unfortunately no
matter what he wanted, she was still Fuu. She was
still the scrawny girl holding herself in a little ball because the man she
wanted would never love her and the man who did she didn�t want. It was sort of
ironic, but he wasn�t the sort of asshole who thought irony was funny.

�I�m sorry.� He heard
her whisper, still unable to face him.

Mugen grunted, barely acknowledging the statement, following the
pale glow to the stars outside. If he had learned anything from prison, it was
that life was not short. He didn�t care what anybody said,
life was long, unbearably long. It was the kind of bastard that when you
couldn�t wait for it to end you were suddenly struck with the fact that you had
a whole lifetime ahead of you. That�s all life was, nothing but a long
amount of time. And it was that much longer when you spent it pining after
something you were never going to get. That was why he always took whatever he
felt like having, beating every obstacle that stood in his way. But this time,
this time couldn�t take what he wanted without ruining the prize in the
process. �Fuck you, Fuu.� He muttered dejectedly, the
curse lacking any real bite behind it.
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