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K, here�s the next chap. Btw
does anyone wanna apply for the job of beta-ing this fic? I don�t usually make
grammar or spelling mistakes unless they�re essential for the story or
somebody�s character but ppl like 2 be Fic-nazis when they manage to find something
and they get 2 point it out with a review and some have even gone as far as
EMAILING me just to point out some sort of spelling or usage mistake. And I�m
just like �Thanks, but do u really have nothing better
to do w u�r time? Go outside or call a friend up or something, honestly.� For
instance, for my InuYasha fic somebody actually emailed me to say that I
used WHO when I should have used WHOM��.. They were like �OMG,
I just have to tell you that I�m completely in love with this story! U�r portrayal
of Kagome and Ginta is so realistic! I didn�t think anyone could make a pairing
like that work! But I was reading u�r last chapter and I noticed you keep using
�who� in place of �whom�. I�m not trying to be all controlling lol ^_^, its just a pet peeve of mine lol! Anywayz, awesome fic! Can�t wait for the next chapter!��.And just how the
hell am I supposed to respond to that? I�m not singling anybody out, I
always ask for a beta when I start a fic because I notice even tho anything
rarely changes in my stories, if ppl find out I have a beta they�re like �this
fic is perfect! So much better after u got an editor! Good move!� Do any
other writers notice how patronizing it sounds when somebody submits reviews
like �Omg I luv this story! U�r spelling/grammar/whatever needs work tho.� I
mean, I would honestly like to get criticized/flamed
for the pairing or plot or the ooc-ness. I would
rather somebody say �This fic sux so much ass! I can�t
believe u�r fucking writing shit like this! The characters are totally ooc and this whole thing would never happen!� And I would
probably be like, �Wow, at least she�s honest and gun hoe about whatever the
hell she�s talking about.� I mean if u�r going to comment on my spelling or
grammar then I would prefer it if u don�t try to compliment the story or
anything involving that category in anyway, I�m not trying 2 b a bitch, its
just that when I get stuff like that I feel like I�m being talked down to. Like
u�r tryin 2 say I�m not mature enough to take full blown criticism and are just
throwin me a bone by saying u like the plot or pairing or whatever. I respect
ppl with the balls to tell me what�s wrong with my fic, but don�t ruin that
regard by throwing a half-assed compliment, because then it looks like u�r the
one trying not to look like a total bitch/ass. Don�t get me wrong, criticism is
totally accepted and welcomed, I don�t have a problem w ppl telling me they
don�t get my spelling/grammar/usage, but please keep those kinds of
criticism separate from what you like/hate about the plot or whatever of the
story, because they are two totally different things��ok,
I�m just now reading over my authors note and I really do sound like a
mega-bitch in it, lol. I�m sorry guys, maybe I�m PMSing or something, worse
comes to worse I�ll just blame it on having a period or whatever. Damn uterus.
I�m done, 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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```
I put a spell on you

Because you're mine.

I can't stand the things that you do.

No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No.

I don't care if you don't want me

'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.

I am yours, yours, yours.

I love you. I love you.

I love you. I love you.

I love you. I love you.

I love you. I love you.

Ya! Ya! Ya!

Yeah....

I put a spell on you.

Lord! Lord! Lord!

'Cause you're mine, yeah.

I can't stand the things that you do

When you're foolin' around.

I don't care if you don't want me

'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow, yeah.

Yours, yours, yours! Yeah

I can't stand your foolin' around

If I can't have you,

No one will!

I love you, you, you!

I love you. I love you. I love you!

I love you, you, you!

I don't care if you don't want me

'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow, yeah

I love you you you you you you you you you you you you you
```
�I Put a Spell On You� � Marilyn Manson

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It was a long
time before he came to her again. And Fuu just didn�t have the heart to make
the situation any worse than it already was. She wondered if Jin noticed the
new unspoken tension between them. If he did he didn�t mention it, and she was
glad for it. Fuu didn�t know what she would do if Jin found out,
she couldn�t stand to taint herself in his eyes. The distance between her and
Mugen didn�t help the loneliness of the journey any easier. Every time she
tried to connect with Jin, she was only reminded that his heart was already
spoken for, that it was too far from her to touch. It was a constant memento of
her failure, and every time she would try to speak with him she would always
walk away defeated.

Mugen�s
feelings were not something she had counted on. The way he treated her and
allowed her to treat him gave her no sign that he would someday look at what
they did as more than it was. Yet that night, after she had found him half
drowned on the beach, should have told her that it was different. She had been
too tired and in too much of a fatigue induced daze to see he had come to her
differently. Fuu remembered waking up to him sitting on her hips, just looking
at her, and she hadn�t seen that there was some other need in his eyes. She
didn�t see that he was looking for something else from her until it was too
late.

She should have
learned from Tatsuko. She should have seen right from the beginning that
involving herself, in any way, with Mugen wasn�t going to end well.

---flashback---

�Where the hell are you
going, now?� He drawled, yawning
sleepily.

--- end
flashback---

Why did those words sound so familiar to her?

---flashback---

She glanced down to see
Tatsuko looking up at her, �Where�re you going?� He asked from his sitting
position.

---end
flashback---

Well, they said those who didn�t learn from the past were
doomed to repeat it. Apparently �they� were right. She wished the almighty
�they� had given a few specific examples to show they weren�t kidding.

---flashback---

�Huh? Why?� he asked gently
trying to tug her into his lap.

---end
flashback---

---flash
back---

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

�What? Why?�

---end
flashback---

Why, why, why? Wasn�t that the question of her life?
Obviously she didn�t have the answer to that one either. Fuu sighed picking up
another dirty plate and teacup. It was
Tatsuko all over again. Perhaps not so much as Mugen was like Tatsuko but
rather she was still the same girl making the same mistakes. Most people
learned from theirs; she, on the other hand, just made them all over again
thinking the result would change somehow.

�Oi!
We�ve been waiting for fifteen minutes! Are we going to get some damn service
any time soon?�

Gritting her teeth and forcing on a shaking smile, Fuu
made her way over to a table full of irritated and dirty looking men. If there
was any job in the world she hated more than working at that brothel, it was
waitressing. Jin and Mugen had better be getting their share of their money.
�Of course, how may I help you?� She pried out, a vein twitching at her temple
with strained politeness.

� �bout
damn time.� One of the older men grumbled.

Fuu swallowed back the urge to roll her eyes, instead
managing to juggle the dirty dishes she was holding and take down their orders
at the same time. �And what will you be having today?� She asked, putting on
the chipper waitressing voice that she noticed got her bigger tips. The man
grumbled and continued reading the menu, every now and then muttering something
she guessed wasn�t for her to hear. �Ano�do you need another minute?�

�Why, you have something better
to do?!� He snapped before going back to his indecision.

Her left eye felt like it was going into convulsions and
she was almost positive the tick was visible for anyone caring to look.
Swallowing back the insults on her tongue she adjusted the soiled pottery into
a more comfortable position and went back to her earlier musing.

She had stopped taking the contraceptive tea, doubting
she would need it anytime soon. Not being able to stand the tension any longer
she had tried to break them from their promise, saying they didn�t want to find
samurai at all and were just traveling with her for her looks. And it had
worked, for a while anyway. But fate, as usual, seemed out to screw with her
and brought them all back together yet again. It hadn�t been all bad, she
supposed. Jin had come looking for her, after all. Fuu blushed thinking of how
their hands had touched when he had given her back her sandal. Shaking her head
she rid herself of the thought. Best not to snatch at her hopes when they
dangled in her face, especially when they were only going to be ripped from her
at the last second.

Stupid Jin. She wasn�t exactly an angel of perfection and
purity but she was at least better than a brothel woman, wasn�t she? �I
guess not�.� Fuu thought dejectedly. Apparently she simply wasn�t up
to par on the Samurai standard. She couldn�t make her father stay, why should
she think she could make Jin do any different. No! Jin was nothing like her
father! He was loyal, honorable, and dedicated. He would make a fine husband.
That other woman would be at that convent for at least a good three years. That
was plenty of time to make Jin rethink his choice. She had known him longer
than her; it wasn�t fair that she got to be closer to him in spite of it all.
It wasn�t fair that she had stolen his heart and his body without even trying.

The irritable customer was saying something to her but
she didn�t hear it. He was even willing to break his promise with her. He was
willing to shove their friendship back in her face for that woman��.

�Did you hear me?! That�s it! I
want to see your manager! Take the menu back!� The balding man spat flinging
the menu at her chest.

�Oh just shove it up your ass!�
She yelled shoving the menu and the dirty dishes she had been holding into his
face before running out of the teahouse crying.

Fuu slowed her run to a miserable tread, desperately
wiping the tears from her eyes, not wanting to attract any more attention to
herself. Well, that was another job she obviously wasn�t cut out for. She
wasn�t cut out to be a waitress, she wasn�t cut out to a model, she wasn�t cut
out to be a samurai�s daughter, and evidently she wasn�t cut out to be the wife
of one either. What exactly did Kami put her here for anyway? Swallowing the
lump in her throat she felt sorry for not earning her keep of the money. She
doubted Mugen was really making an effort to slave away for their wages, so
that only left Jin. She stopped, leaning up against a nearby wall. If it
weren�t for him they probably would have been starved long ago. A familiar
rumbling interrupted the silence, accompanied by a low vibration in her
stomach. Placing a hand to her belly she decided it probably wouldn�t be a good
idea to think of starving.

�Off the job already?�

She turned towards the voice to see her fellow no-money
maker coming out of the building, she was currently leaning against, with a
bottle of sake in his hand. Her brow furrowed and she pushed herself away from
the wall to get a better look at just what it was she was resting herself on. A
low class brothel. She rolled her eyes, figures. Instantly her attention darted
to the sake in his hand. �Hey! You�re supposed to be making money, not wasting
it!� She yelled.

�Yeah? Where�s your cut
then?� He scoffed, eyeing her penniless form.

Preferring to keep her own unemployment to herself, she
slumped back to the building, pretending it wasn�t a whorehouse she was laying
on.

�Get fired already?�

Tossed him a glare out of her peripheral vision didn�t
stop his teasing tone.

�Well, wouldn�t Jin just be so
disappointed.� He jeered.

�Shut up!� She snapped raising
up to slap the bottle out of his hand.

It landed with a fatal smash against the ground. Mugen
snorted at the new pile of shattered glass. �You�re lucky that was empty.� He
grumbled.

�Exactly how much money did you
spend at this place anyway? How long are you going to expect us to support
you?!� She bit out. Ever since that night at the inn, he had returned to the
booze and the women ten fold. She had apologized and hadn�t thrown herself at
him since, what else did he want from her?

�Look who�s talking! I think
I�ve earned my keep by saving your sorry ass more times than your worth.
Besides, who�s this �us� supposedly supporting me? Don�t you need money to do
that?�

Fuu steamed, she couldn�t believe she was being put in
her place by a jobless felon. �Knock it off. I don�t see you slaving away
either, ya know.�

�That�s because my shift
doesn�t start for another few hours.� He grinned tauntingly.

Her mouth dropped. No. Way. �You�re joking.�

�I take over guard duty at this
place, later tonight.� He said nodding to the building she was leaning on.

Mugen working at a whorehouse. It definitely seemed like
his kind of job. Her eyes roved over the shabby looking hut, suddenly feeling
like she needed a bath just for touching it.

�Don�t know why you�re acting
all high and mighty. Last time I checked didn�t you used to work at one of
these?� He goaded.

�Only because the guys who
supposedly �save my sorry ass more times than I�m worth� left me behind to be sold
into �one of these�.� She spat.

He shrugged, lazily throwing his arms behind his head as
he walked past her. �Maybe if you stopped bitching and actually got your ass to
work, we wouldn�t have to leave it behind.�

She didn�t know why he was calling her a bitch when he
was the one acting like a jaded jerk. In his defense, he never brought up their
nights together, an act of mercy Fuu was wholly grateful for. Putting her hands
into her sleeve, she let Momo-san scurry around them,
and trotted off. There had to be a job for her somewhere. She wasn�t going to
give him the satisfaction of having to �support� her �sorry ass.� A frown
turned her lips at the thought of the pirate seeing her coming back empty
handed. Now doubt using her misfortune as extra fuel for his heckling. And in
front of Jin, too. He was probably just praying to Kami for her to screw up so
he could bring her down in front of the samurai.

Jerk. She would find something, and when she did she
would rub his face in it.

===============================================

This had to be the world�s greatest job. Why hadn�t he
thought of this before? To think, some guy could actually be paid doing little
else besides staring at beautiful, half naked, women all night. That and making
sure other guys weren�t getting too rough, or freeloaders weren�t
window-shopping. Mugen yawned decadently at his post, ogling a particularly
eager looking young woman. She had been giving him the eye all night and he was
quick to receive the attention. Earlier in the evening he had to bring down a
middle-aged merchant that had gotten a little overzealous with his affections.
Of course had he known he was just supposed to throw the guy out, he probably
wouldn�t have killed him.

He hadn�t gotten much more than a scolding for it. The
example he made of the man had scared every customer there into behaving and
tipping well, so they really couldn�t complain. And neither could he with all
the new female interest he began receiving after his exemplary show of profound
masculinity. After the merchant�s ill-fated end, the rest of the night promised
to be rather uneventful in the guarding department. The other, more feminine,
departments however��..well they were showing quite a bit of potential. This
one woman, he wasn�t sure what her name was, the one who had been giving him
inviting looks, was pretty average looking. But whatever she lacked in her face
she more than made up for in her body. She was one of the most requested women
in her sector of the brothel.

Running the tip of his tongue along one of his pointier
canines, Mugen peered at her form, his imagination painting him the X-rated
version of the scene his eyes and reality presented. Her breasts were in top
condition, that was for sure. Even in that heavy kimono, he could make out
their buxom shape and curvaceous outline. There was definitely a reason as to
why she was the most asked for, and by the way she was looking at him, he
appeared to have an invitation to find out.

�Oi! Mugen, your shift is
almost up. Better go turn in your stuff.�

He barely even heard the other guard up until �better go
turn in your stuff.� His gaze flickered over to the tubbier man and gave a
brief grunt of acknowledgment before strolling into the brothel house. The job
had given him a sword and some unneeded armor, neither which he had used or had
even planned on doing so. He had simply
thrown them under the stairway to pick up at the end of his shift. Making his
way to the front desk he hurriedly threw the unused items on the table waiting
impatiently for the old keeper to pay him. The aged man turned to him at the
heavy �clank!�, gracing him with a toothless smile.

�Ah! You�re the one that killed
one of the customers, neh?� He said without an ounce of malice or resentment.

�Yeah, he was getting a little
out of hand.� Mugen chuckled at the memory; the guy had all but pissed himself.

�Hai hai, I should deduct that
from your wages, though.� He commented as if thinking over the suggestion.

The pirate glowered threateningly. �That�s not all you�ll
be �deducting�.� He warned gripping the desk.

The old man merely laughed him off before throwing a
small pouch. �There you are, no harm done. Feel free to come back anytime,
young man.� He said, waving cheerfully.

Any thoughts of intimidation instantly left Mugen�s mind
as he snagged the money purse. Turning on his heel, he walked through the
hallway idly bouncing the pouch up and down, his eyes going from door to door
until finally settling on the most familiar one. He smirked, lifting to rasp
his knuckles against the wood. Almost immediately it swung open to reveal the
ample young woman who had been soliciting him for the better part of the night.
She smiled pleasantly, before catching site of the pouch in his hand.

�My my, is that for me?� She
asked coyly.

Mugen chuckled patronizingly, shoving the little bag
behind his back. �Yeah you wish.� He teased watching her mouth turn down into a
sulky pout. �But it�s my last night here and I�ve got something better to give
you.� His voice lilted silkily.

Her face automatically brightened, lips lifting into a
sly grin as she slid her arms around his thin torso, ushering him inside.

His gaze flitted about the room with little interest. It
was alright, not as nice as some but better than others. He noticed the wooden
bars lined neatly across the windows. It vaguely reminded him of the brothel he
had once caught Fuu in. Her angry face was already shoving through the bars to
yell at him in his mind�s eye. He shook his, warring off the thoughts. �Stupid
bitch��

�I saw how you dealt with that
horrible man.� She purred, moving her hands along his shoulders. �Its so nice
to have a man who actually cares about our protection.� She cooed against his
neck.

�What can I say? That�s just
the kind of guy I am.�

�Oh hai, I could tell the
minute I saw you. You�re name�s Mugen isn�t it? Mine�s Hirori.� Her fingers
were on his chest now, feeling along the hard muscle there.

A smirk lit his features, his hands snatching her hips
and yanking her against him. �Nice to meet you, Hirori. Care to make my last
night here memorable?� His voice enunciating the word �memorable� in a way that
was positively pornographic.

Hirori faked moping
displeasure. �Last night? Isn�t there anything I could do to, persuade, you to
stay a little longer?�

He didn�t bother to answer, bored with their sexual
banter, as he shoved her to the matted ground, grinning when she let out a
delighted squeal. Impatiently unknotting her robes, he shoved them open; eager
to see the body he had been fantasizing about for a good deal of his shift. His
tongue slinked over his bottom lip, the perfect pale globes standing out
against the darkness; dusky nipples firm and erect, eager for his touch. Mugen
hovered over her for a moment, content to enjoy the sight. Hirori giggled
saucily, running her fingers down to draw circled around her areola.

�Don�t you like them? I�ve been
told I have the best breasts here, better than all the other girls.� She
commented proudly.

Mugen nodded, letting his hands slide over the whitish
mound she wasn�t touching, giving it a firm squeeze before lowering his head to
it. She hummed and cooed beneath him, stroking his course hair, skimming the
base of his neck with her nails. He suckled and nipped at the flesh there,
taking it in his mouth and rolling it around. Hirori gasped, her legs coming
around to clamp around his hips.

�Oh, you have a wonderful
tongue.� She sighed under him.

He normally enjoyed dirty talk, liking it when girls
really got into the act, but for some reason her voice was beginning to
irritate him. His pelvis nudged curiously against her willing womanhood. Her
giggle resounded about the room as she urgently tugged and pulled at his
clothes. Leaning back, he let her undress him, rising up and away from her when
she came to his hakama.

He watched her work the ties with skilled and knowing
fingers, hurriedly and eager to please. A thick eyebrow rose, a little set off
by too much acquiescence. She worked his clothes with the proficiency of a
professional. She was a woman of lust and skin, feeling a fire between the legs
she opened so readily. So fucking submissive. Smirking when she shoved his pants
down to his feet, he slid his hand to the back of her head, fisting in the
silky black locks. �Why don�t you actually put that mouth of yours to good
use.� It wasn�t really a suggestion, urging her head closer to his prominent
cock almost missing the wicked beam shaping over her painted lips.

Allowing his head to fall back he began to move her up
and down against him, though a woman of her particular talents needed no
instruction. He tensed and groaned, fingers tightening in her hair, no doubt
pulling it a bit too hard, but he could have yanked it from her scalp for all
he cared. �Holy fuck!� He hissed as she took him in her throat, humming low for
him to feel her muscles vibrate over his shaft. Shit, she was going to bring
him off right there if he didn�t pull away. �Alright, alright get off.� He
ordered, pulling her off by her hair.

�What�s wrong? Did I not please
you?�

�On your back, now.� He
directed, pushing her to the ground, lifting one leg onto his shoulder. His
eyes focused on her, his member sinking into her heat, her breasts coming up
and down with every thrust. She cried out, rubbing and squeezing the buxom
globes, trying desperately to reach that peak so ready to explode inside of
her.

Mugen grunted, surging harshly into her. She really was
rather plain looking once you got past the amazing body. Her eyebrows were too
thick and too dark, her cheeks had no color to them, her hair had no life no
flare no originality, her eyes were a dull and annoying black, and her lips
were too red, too utterly wax looking.
His eyes clenched shut, feeling her walls clutch and grip his cock. He
wasn�t sure what happened, but the silky black strands became thick locks of
chocolate brown, ebony eyes lightened into a grand shade of honey-caramel, and
her skin became fleshier, healthier looking, her face pinkening into a shade
saturated with youth and life. �Shit!� He gasped, his spine freezing rigidly,
shooting himself into her one last time.

His body fell limply onto her, his head loosing itself in
her breasts. Chest heaving up and down, as his lungs pumped for oxygen. A
bronzed arm rose, wiping away the sweat covering his forehead.

�What�s a Fuu?�

Satiated pools of gray flickered over to her, landing for
a second on her face then flitting distractedly to her breasts. �hm?� He grunted absentmindedly, not really
hearing her.

�I said, what�s a Fuu. You kept
mumbling something about it.�

�Huh? When?� He snapped
somewhat irritatedly.

�It was after you closed your
eyes.� She answered. �Why did you close them anyway, don�t you want to look at
me?� she asked, baring her bottom lip in a naughty fa�ade of a pout.

Damned bitch was still in his head. Mugen growled,
abruptly thrusting himself away from Hirori, ignoring her startled noise.
Damned, fucking Fuu, who the hell did she think she was? He ran an annoyed hand
through his hair, sitting Indian style on the unmated part of the floor, his
back facing a confused Hirori. Fuck her, the stupid little girl.

�Did I upset you?�

Mugen disregarded her mindless chatter; he wasn�t paying
any attention anyway. His thoughts were on more important matters. Like how
that little cunt had wormed her way under his skin. He hadn�t gone to her in a
while. He had stopped after that one night. Ever since then, he began fucking
and drinking her face out of his head and out of more vital areas. All the
while she acted as unaffected as ever, he was just her little screw stick
either way. Easily replaced until she found her way into Jin�s pants.

�What�s a Fuu, anyhow?�

He snorted, chuckling bitterly. �Its English, for
�bitch�.� He muttered.

An enchanted gasp flew into his ear. �You know English?
How exotic!� Mugen suddenly stood up, just as she was reaching for him again.
Hirori started back, surprised, before her hand flung out to grab at the hakama
he was putting back on. �What are you doing?�

�I�m out of here.� He grunted,
shrugging on his pants.

She tugged more urgently at the cloth, gripping his wrist
to stop him. �Oh, don�t go. Stay a little longer.� She coaxed.

His eyes traveled over her naked form, her beseeching
face. He very rarely felt disgusted with women, after all, who else was going
to open their legs for you? But observing her now, he wanted nothing more than
to shove her off and take an icy shower. Red smears from her lips covered his
chest, neck, and more than likely his dick, which he could feel still saturated
in other fluids. He fought the urge to reach down and wipe it off. Fortunately,
with her here, he wouldn�t have to. With an arrogant smirk, he casually undid
the strings and let the cloth fall to his feet. �Alright then, make it work my
while.� He sneered, pulling her face back towards his hardening cock. �Suck it clean.�

She smiled obligingly, giving the tip a little kiss.
Frowning, he jerked her roughly by the hair. �Fuck foreplay, get to it.� He
spat.

He watched her head bob through half-lidded eyes, her
tongue snaking out to lick at the juices staining his manhood. His teeth
gritted, the tension in his body rising, his wiry frame going stiff and taut.

---flashback---

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.

---end flashback---

Bitch. Like she had anything to see anyway. She had the
body of an eight year old boy.

---flashback---

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.

---end flashback---

Stupid whore, coming to him like a cat in heat. What the
hell did she want with him if it was fish face she was after? Why the hell did
he even care?

---flashback---

�Fuu-chan must be happy��she
gets to be with you.�

�Her?�

---end flashback---

His fist stilled in her hair, hips stopped moving in time
with her throat. Fuu was never happy, least of all with him. Never looking at
him when they fucked, always running back afterwards, probably scrubbing him
off her skin, wiping any remnants away. By now, he had practically forgotten
the woman currently sucking on him.

---flash back---

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

---end flashback---

�Stop.� If she heard him, she
gave no sign. Mugen glared irritatedly at the top of her head before brutally
shoving her away from him. Her mouth yanking from his dick with a sickening,
slurping sound. �I said get off.�

Hirori looked up at him from her spot, sprawled on the
ground, naked and trying to regain her breath. �What? What are you doing?� She
asked, watching him angrily tug on his clothing.

He could still hear her indignant shouting, even as he
stormed out of the brothel. A woman was going down on him and all he could
think of was Fuu�s dismissal. What kind of whiny pussy had that bitch turned
him into? Mugen growled, kicking a stray rock in his path. He had stopped going
to her, trying to forget about her. He started being extra nasty to her and
where the hell had it gotten him? Walking away from a whorehouse unsatisfied.
When had that ever happened? Bitch. She had ruined him.

Turning his
attention to his shoulder, a few cool drops spattered against it. His brow
furrowed, looking up at the darkening sky. Altogether a flood poured down into
his face. A defeated sigh left his lips. Of course, why the hell not. The rain
continued to pool down, matting his hair against his scalp and making his
clothes heavy and clingy. Well, guess it was time to find the herd. Before
settling into a town they always picked a spot to camp incase they couldn�t get
enough money to travel or spend the night. They usually met there to put
together their earnings and decide what they could do with it. His hand went to
his pocket, idly playing a game of one-handed catch with the wage pouch.

He wasn�t quite sure what he was going to do. What he could
do. Had he not grown attached to the samurai with the stick firmly lodged up
his ass he would have killed him with a twinkle in his eye and a song on his
lips. He wondered what Fuu would do if he were to kill her precious Jin. Cry,
of course, that was a given. But honestly, what could she do? As much as she
threatened to leave and find some tougher guys to come with her, she needed
them. She knew just as well as they did that there was no way a girl like her
could travel alone and make this journey unscathed. If it weren�t for them,
she�d probably still be working at that brothel. Then again, she had
escaped on her own, so she wasn�t completely feeble without them. If he were to
kill Jin, she would really have no choice but to get over it and travel with
just him, wouldn�t she? He ran this little scenario over in his mind. Even if
he did put that bastard out of both their miseries, he doubted he could deal
with her barrage of pissing and moaning over it.

Why couldn�t that son of a bitch have just stayed with
that fucking brothel woman? He had a good thing going, that woman was probably
the only girl that would ever lay him. And instead of simply taking her and
leaving Fuu to Mugen, what did he do? Sent the woman to a fucking convent.
Great. Good job, asshole. Get rid of only piece of ass you�re ever going to
get. How fucking noble. More rainwater began to dribble into his lips; licking
at the gathered drops he rudely spat it to the ground. He was getting closer to
the camp sight. He had no idea what the hell they were going to do if they
couldn�t get lodging, but they would figure something out. And if worse came to
worse, they could probably just sneak in somewhere.

It appeared that they were having a little meeting about
that very subject without him. Mugen froze, not feeling the downpour beat
heavier against him, making his clothes sag, cling, and hang from his frame.
There they were, Jin playing the righteous son of a bitch that he was and
keeping her under his umbrella, while she played the whore that he had come to
know her as and firmly latching her lips onto his.

The scene was so disgustingly romantic, it was sick. A
couple sharing an umbrella under the rain, locked in a lover�s knot. They
looked so right together, with their fair skin, their dark hair, his
tall frame looming over her tiny feminine one. They were the picture perfect
Japanese couple. They were what romance legends were based on. They were the
things young girls dreamed of. He wanted to fucking puke.

===============================================

People were bored. And people had way too much time on
their hands. Fuu grumbled walking away from the village that obviously had no
use for an �irrational little delinquent� like herself. Every place she went
to, looking for work, either said they had nothing for her or had �heard all
about her.� The manager of the restaurant she had come from had actually
managed to tell everybody and their uncle about her treatment of his customer
and now no one would hire her. Thanks to that bastard she was feeling as
useless as ever.

---flashback---

�Get fired already?�

Tossed him a glare out of her peripheral vision didn�t
stop his teasing tone.

�Well, wouldn�t Jin just be
so disappointed.� He jeered.

---end flashback---

Fuu fumed hard at the ground. Stupid creep, what did he
know anyway? Lifting her gaze to the sky, she watched the clouds darken and
move closer together. That wasn�t a good sign. She was going to feel horrible
if they had to sleep out in the rain because of her. She didn�t know why she
had reacted so horribly to that man. Yes he was an obnoxious jerk, but she had
dealt with worse.

Reaching the campsite she spotted a decaying log rotting
on the ground. Her yukata had been through rain, wind, water, paint, and dirt,
she supposed there was nothing worse she could really do to it. Fuu landed on
the infested wood with a little �thump!� Being broke sucked. Slipping off her
sandal, her toe began drawing meaningless little cartoons in the dirt. There wasn�t
anything left to do but wait for them to get back from their jobs and add up
what they had. Hopefully, one of them would have gotten good enough work to pay
for a room so her wages, or lack there of, wouldn�t be the deciding factor.

It was times like this, when she was alone, and penniless
again, that her mind would wander to Shinsuke. He had been right; she knew it,
the world revolved around money. There were the haves, and the have nots. She
hadn�t known him long, but she missed him. He was something of a kindred spirit
to her. They came from the same background, and had she been born male she
probably would be doing something along the same lines of what he had done. He
possessed a good heart, it was just in a bad place. She promised him she would
never forget him, and she hadn�t, she would never.

Perhaps at the end of the journey, she would go back, and
tell his mother what really happened. Tell her what a wonderful and loving son
she really had, and how lucky she was. It warmed her heart to see how delighted
she was at the thought that Fuu was her son�s girlfriend. She had even called
her a �good girl.� Fuu had never been called that before, it felt good. It felt
nice for a girl that slept with thieves, traveled alone with two men, and once
worked in a brothel, to be called a �good girl.� Maybe she would be able to
help Shinsuke�s mother, maybe get another job at a teahouse or something. Help
her pay for some better medicine. That is, if his mother was still alive by the
time their journey ended.

She wouldn�t tell her that she wasn�t Shinsuke�s
girlfriend though. It was best to let her think her son had done more good than
bad. And in all reality, he had. In the short time they had known each other,
Fuu found a friend. A friend that Kami had taken away too quickly. Obviously he
liked to do that with people she cared about. When she replayed their time in
that building, waiting for either the police or the drug lords to murder them,
she wished she had kissed him, hugged him. Done something to make his last
moments on earth a little easier, a little better. Had she known he would die
that day, she probably would have. He shouldn�t have gone out afraid and
desperate like he had. He didn�t deserve that.

Splashes of something cold shook her from her reverie.
Fuu looked up just in time to see the rain come pouring down. Great. Her head
sagged miserably into her palm, eyes shutting tightly in prayer. �Dear
Kami-sama, please let us have enough money to get shelter. Just for tonight! I
promise I will be a good girl from now on! I won�t swear, I won�t be
disrespectful or blasphemous, or any other bad thing I can think of!� And all
of the sudden the rain magically stopped. She gasped pleasurably, her attention
shooting up to the sky. The sky that wasn�t there. The sky, which had been
replaced with the insides of an umbrella.

�You are back early.�

She recognized the soft, masculine, tone before she even
saw the face. Turning, as expected, there Jin stood right behind her, umbrella
in hand and raised above them both. Fuu let out a somewhat disappointed sound.
Miracles really did lie in the hands of men, not the hands of God. It was a
rather depressing expression when you thought about it. �You should probably
sit down.� She said, a little surprised that he actually obeyed and sat next to
her on the filthy log. �If Mugen didn�t get enough money, we may be sleeping
out here tonight.� It really did hurt her to tell him this, she hated to
disappoint him. It gave her the same dread she felt when letting down an instructor,
or a parent.

�You did not find work then?�

Oh she found it. She found a lot of work. She just didn�t
get any of it. �Hai, only I didn�t manage to keep it.� She confessed. �This one
customer was too hard to deal with.�

Fuu felt, rather than saw, Jin nod. �You must deal with
all of life�s obstacles with patience and endurance.�

That was probably his way of giving advice, but it always
sounded like too much of a reprimand. �I�ll remember that.�

He nodded again and they were silent as they waited for
Mugen. Fuu couldn�t help sneaking glances at him out of the corner of her eye.
He really was a beautiful man. Like the warriors from little girl�s fables. She
was curious as to what he thought of her, and wanted to ask him; but he�d most
likely disregard her hopeful interest as a childish need for praise. She forgot
her casual glimpses had turned into outright staring, and flushed when he took
notice of it.

�Was there something else you
wanted to say?�

Bring something up! Say something interesting! Start
conversation! She should have been in ecstasy to have Jin finally talking to
her, but now that his focus was on her she felt like a blathering schoolgirl
with a crush on her sensei. �I�ano�.no. Not really.� Stupid stupid stupid
stupid. Her gaze returned dejectedly to the dampening floor as he accepted her
answer. That wasn�t what she wanted to say. She wanted to say that she was in
love with him, that she wanted to marry him, that she wanted to kiss his breath
away. She wanted to tell him how much it hurt that he would so easily throw
their friendship away for a passing fancy. She wanted to tell him that she
wanted to be with him forever. She wanted to tell him about her mother, her
father, Tatsuko, Muharu, Shinsuke, she wanted to tell him everything. She
wanted to show him that she trusted him and wanted him to trust her in return.

The rain pounded on the flimsy material of the umbrella,
and she suspect it wouldn�t hold out forever. It was a nice gesture though,
that he was willing to be so close to her to keep her dry. Together, under the
protection of the papery little shield, it felt like they were the only two
people in the world being saved while the rain washed everyone else away. �You
can face bandits, drug lords, slave traders, but you can�t even tell a man how
you feel? Stop being stupid, you�ll regret it for the rest of your life!�
Fuu nodded assertively. It was better to have one moment of fear than a
lifetime of regret.

She hesitantly turned to face him and once again marveled
at his handsome profile. Her stomach felt like it was about to drop to her feet
and her palms started to clam and sweat. Her lungs expanded as she took a deep
breath, trying to still the butterflies in her belly and stop her anxiety. �Just
think of why you�re doing this�.� She was doing this because she was
in love with him, hopelessly in love with him. She was doing this because she
wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She wanted to sit next to him
and be able to rest her head affectionately against his shoulder, she wanted to
look into his eyes and immediately know what he was thinking, she wanted to
spend dark nights making love gently and slowly under the stars.

Fuu gradually felt her heart calming; every beat became
gentle and focused. A shy determination came over her and it was as if she had
no control over her own body, like she was merely a stranger watching as she
put her small hand over his larger, paler one. This obviously got his
attention, and he turned his gaze to her, patient and questioning. Her heart
swelled in her chest as he fixed those beautiful pools of ebony on her and she
couldn�t stop her face from turning up and pressing her lips with timid
deliberation over his.

This picture had played itself a million times over in her
head; all with different settings, different scenarios, but the outcome was
pretty much the same. Their lips would meet, sometimes he would pull her
against him, sometimes she would pull him against her, sometimes he would run
his fingers through her hair, or visa versa, sometimes he would put a hand to
her cheek and gently tug her closer; but he never just sat, stalk still, his
lips cold and unyielding against hers, his eyes were never open as she pulled
away, making her think he had never closed them in the first place. He never
looked as if she had never kissed him at all, and he never had the same cold,
emotionless expression on his face that he always had, in all her dreams he
never looked like he did now. And she never felt as stupid and infantile as she
did now. She never felt like she had just kissed her teacher and was about to
receive a lecture on how her feelings were nothing more than the fickle fancy
of hormones. In her dreams she especially never wanted to cry as much as she
did now. �Jin, I-�

Fuu was abruptly cut off when a geta clad foot lashed
out, savagely kicking the umbrella above them, sending the broken parts flying
across the flooded grass, and leaving the rain to drench into their hair and
clothes. Jin�s hand was at his sword before her mind could register what
happened. Whipping around they turned to see a soaked Mugen glaring viciously
at them. Letting go of his sword, Jin glowered at the other man�s immaturity.
Fuu�s fist shook heatedly at her sides.

�Whoops.� He said carelessly
walking to the other side of the rotting log, his tone indicating that his fit
wasn�t so �accidental.�

�Grow up.� Fuu snapped standing
up, feeling her clothes beginning to soak through and stick irritatingly to her
skin. While Mugen�s little temper tantrum was completely uncalled for, she
couldn�t help being a little grateful. She didn�t know how much longer she
could stand Jin�s icy stare or his inevitable lecture on her �silly woman
sentiment.�

�Did you find work?� The
samurai questioned.

Mugen sent an irate glance in Jin�s direction before
lazily flinging the little pouch at his chest, annoyed when he easily caught it
against his breast. Fucker. He watched as the other man�s pale fingers sorted
through their added earnings, mentally counting and configuring. �Would you
hurry the hell up already? My sword�s rusting.� He complained, half hoping he
had annoyed him into loosing his train of thought.

But the pallid man would not be
deterred, his hand paused, eyes stilling, ending their inner calculations with
a disappointed breath. �It is enough to buy food. It is not enough to rent a
room here.�

�What? We�re not staying in a
fucking palace, that�s enough to at least buy one shabby room!� He
growled.

Ignoring his temper, Jin shook his head negatively. �No,
this town is in a recession. I began investigating prices for supplies earlier.
They are a bit higher than what we are used to.�

�You�ve got to be kidding me.�
He replied dully. The pirate spared Fuu an idle glower. �I�m guessing you
don�t have any, �support�, to provide either?�

The little woman steamed. �Shut up! I tried! You think I want
to be stuck out here?�

Mugen laughed, giving her a vicious smirk that didn�t
reach his eyes. �I guess you�re right. It�d be pretty �low-class� to continue
your little affair out here, wouldn�t it? A grand princess like yourself needs
a dignified room and bed to spread her legs in, huh?�

Even trained eyes would have a hard time foreseeing Fuu
lunging across the log to get at the malicious barbarian. Throwing her body
weight into the dive she still couldn�t shake off the pale hand clinging
strongly to the back of her kimono, the only barrier keeping her from pouncing
of the brutish bastard. How dare he! She knew he was aware of her feelings for
Jin, but he had never called her on it in front of him! He had never humiliated
her so thoroughly in front of him before! He hadn�t changed at all; he was just
as cruel as when they first met. She snarled, taking furious swipes at his face
but Jin�s grip on her clothes kept her tethered just a few centimeters too
short. Mugen just watched her bemusedly, his eyes laughing at her. Bastard.

�Mugen, that is enough.�
Jin all but ordered, calmly but fiercely.

The pirate briefly turned his attention to the dark
haired man. �Mind your own damn business, I wasn�t talking to you.� He snorted.
�As long as we have the money, we might as well spend it on food.� He commented offhandedly, turning on his foot
back towards the town.

Jin watched the pirate�s back through narrowed eyes,
releasing Fuu�s kimono as she jerked harshly against his restraint. He knew
Mugen had gone too far this time; perhaps he should have let Fuu have him.
Subduing his frustration he began to follow shortly after the brutish young
man, stopping when he noticed the girl wasn�t� behind him. �Are you not
coming?� He asked, not turning to her.

�I�m not hungry.� She replied
through her gritted teeth.

�You plan on staying out in the
rain, then?� His voice even and controlled.

Fuu harshly swiped her dripping hair out her eyes.
�Better out here alone than in there with him.� She spat.

Giving a brief nod he ignored the rain pounding against
his head and shoulders. He couldn�t� force her to come with them. �Perhaps you
should find temporary shelter until the weather subsides.� He suggested before
continuing on after Mugen.

Honey colored eyes watched the stoic samurai until his
form disappeared. She hadn�t gone for fear of what else Mugen might say; but
also because she couldn�t stand to be near Jin another second. He didn�t love
her. He didn�t want her. Now she was just an obligation that had now made their
professional relationship uncomfortable. A pang of guilt stabbed at her heart.
She hadn�t meant to do that. Glancing at the ground, she noticed her little
drawing was being washed away. He was right; she should find shelter at least.
It wouldn�t do any good for them to come back, dry and fed, to find her soaked
and miserable. Rubbing up and down her arms, fighting off the bit of cold
seeping into them, she walked out of the clearing and into the tree canopied
forest. She could feel Momo-san scurrying around her legs, desperate to keep
away from the drenched cloth clinging to his mistress�s skin.

The water still leaked through in here, but it wasn�t the
all out sky flood like before. Continuing to tread, she decided to roam around
since there was no dry place to sit. Maybe what happened with Jin was a
mistake. The way he had looked at her made her feel like a child playing dress
up. It made her think of her mother and her in Jisagi�s home, with his family;
they had observed them with amusement, a samurai�s forgotten wife and daughter
pretending to be a part of their world. A world they didn�t belong to. Her
mother had never seen that. She had died still believing she was the wife of a
noble man. Fuu had slowly begun to see what they really were. Nothing but the
cast offs of a forgotten name. Her father had belonged to that world, not them.
And without him they had been lost. Her mother never understood. And Fuu was
thankful. Her mother had taught her pride, honor, and dignity. Even though she
rarely followed those lessons, she was still grateful to have them.

What was she going to do now? Find her father, tell him
how he had left his family and shame him properly for what he had done; only to
return to living a life hand to mouth? Yeah, that would teach him. She had once heard an old saying, �the best
revenge is living well.� Now, she supposed, that was one revenge she would
never have. Her father was probably already remarried with other children in a
nice, picturesque home. And here would come his penniless, forsaken daughter of
a previous marriage, and then what? Well, she may not have a wonderful life to
rub in his face, but that didn�t mean she couldn�t utterly ruin his.
Where ever he was, and where ever he was living, they would know what their
neighbor had done. They would know the kind of man he really was. It was
the least she could do.

Her bastard of a father. That�s what it all really came
down to, really. If he had just been a man and stayed loyal to his family, she
would be married into a dignified home and would probably be able to still her
mother. But no, he and his selfishness took that all away. He took her life
away. How could her mother love such a man all the way until death? She should
have hunted him down the minute she found him gone. But of course, she had a
daughter to take care of, and couldn�t afford to go on wild journeys with a
little girl.

Fuu stopped, becoming aware that she was approaching a
river. So lost in thought, she had forgotten where she was going, and
apparently how to get back, she realized, looking around. This was, in no way,
good. Well, now not only would they have to sleep on the wet ground, but there
was a good chance they wouldn�t get to sleep at all because they had to spend
the night looking for her too. Making an irritated sound she should have just
cut her losses and stayed where she was. A shudder ran up her feet, to her
spine, and back again. It felt like the entire forest was watching her. Trees,
bushes, bugs, frogs, cuddly rabbits and all. Shoving her hands into her sleeves
she frisked around her kimono for her only current companion. �Momo-san.� She
whispered, almost afraid something would hear her call for him and come and get
her in the middle of the night.

If it weren�t for the high pitched �yeep!�
coming from the ground, she would have missed her little squirrel zigzagging
through the grass completely. �No, no, no! Don�t you dare leave me here alone!�
She exclaimed chasing him to a nearby tree until he proceeding to scamper up
the bark, disappearing into the leaves. �Traitor!� She hissed desperately,
suddenly feeling more alone and frightened than she had a few moments ago.
Peering and squinting into the leafy barricade, she tried to see through the
darkness, scanning and skimming for a familiar furry shadow or outline.

She sighed disappointedly, her posture slumping beatenly,
giving up for the time being. Raindrops fell and seeped through the tree
canopy, dripping into her face and eyes. Her face scrunched up in a wince, her
hands coming up to wipe the sting away from her reddening eyes as she turned
away from the tree; only to let out a startled scream when she was suddenly
hauled back against the tree by her throat. Her hands reflexively shooting up
to grip, what she felt was a forearm, at her neck, blinking frantically at the
water under her eyelids, trying to focus on the form before her.

�Well, you didn�t waste much
time, did you?�

�Mugen?!� She cried,
recognizing the sneer anywhere. It was laced with vindictiveness and intent to
hurt. Finally her eyes cleared, the picture before her becoming less vague and
fuzzy, sharpening into a pair of ruthless gray orbs glaring pitilessly into her
own. �What the hell do you think you�re doing?! You jerk, don�t touch me!� She
snarled. How dare he even think of coming near her after what he had done.

His laugh was vicious and held no humor. �You never
seemed to mind me touching you before? Wonder what changed.� He jeered,
pressing his forearm harder into her neck, his other securely wrapped around
her waist, pinning her effectively against the tree trunk.

Fuu was never really afraid of Mugen before. Suspicious?
Yes. Mistrustful? Always. But afraid? Not until now. �You got a little too
womanly.� She mocked. She had never used his own feelings against him and had
never needed to, but right now it was the only defense she possessed against
him.

And that defense earned her a swift, hard slap in the
face. Fuu�s head snapped to the side with the force of it, but surprisingly her
cheek didn�t hurt that much. Not as much as he could have made it anyway. It
was more like a stinging smack to the mouth her mother would deliver for saying
bad words when she was younger. A little confidence trickled into her heart,
now knowing where she stood in this little game. He wasn�t going to kill her,
or handicap her for life. If he planned that, then he could have knocked her
head right off. But it was just a smarting swat to the face, it was open palmed
at that, he hadn�t even backhanded her. From what she could tell, his intention
was to reprimand, not maim.

Spitting out the little bit of blood floating in her
mouth from biting her tongue, she turned determinedly back to face him, looking
a little silly with her defiantly daring eyes and her reddening cheek. He
glowered reproachfully at her, any of the rancorous humor once present now
gone. �Where do you get off? You have no right, how dare you after what you did?�
She bit out.

Mugen pushed further against her, leering in her face. �I
get off right here.� He replied, his hand coming from around her waist to cup
her firmly between her legs. �And I think I have every right, you gave that to
me in the cane field. As for what I did, what exactly did I do?� His voice was
barbaric and cruel; he appeared totally unaffected by the rain pounding down on
them, only slightly restrained by the trees above.

An outraged gasp tore from her lips as he gripped the
juncture between her thighs. Fuu squirmed and glared daggers at him, her
fingers tearing and clawing at the arm against her throat, only stopping when
he pressed it deeper into her esophagus, making her light headed. She panted
hoarsely, wanting to kill him. �You know what you did, you stupid creep!� She
lashed out. He was positioned securely between her legs so she couldn�t kick
him.

�I don�t know what you�re
talking about.� He snorted, giving her a little squeeze just to show her who
held all the cards.

�You know exactly what I�m
talking about!� She could feel her eyes watering and didn�t know if it was from
the rain or the horrible things she was feeling inside. �You had no right to
say those things in front of Jin! I never did anything to you!�

His nostrils flared furiously. Never did anything?! The
bitch had utterly fucked up his life and she called that �never doing
anything.� �You never did anything? You did everything!� He bellowed in
her face fighting the urge to crush her windpipe right there.

Her hands went from the arm at her throat to swat and
yank at the hand currently intruding upon more intimate places. She gasped,
freezing when the pressure tightened at her neck, breathing becoming more of a
chore than it was a moment ago. She scowled at him through wincing eyes. �What
did I do that was so horrible? Nothing you can say would make me deserve this!�

Mugen growled low, replacing his forearm with his hand,
tanned fingers grasping steadily at her neck. It was so small he could almost
fit his hand all the way around. �You�re the one who started this. Its your own
fucking fault if you don�t like the results.�

�We stopped because you�re
the one who didn�t like the results.� She glowered hatefully.

�I like my women aware of who
it is that�s pounding their brains out. You couldn�t of told the difference
between me and a broom handle between your legs.� He spat.

�You shouldn�t have cared what
I could tell the difference from, it was free and no strings attached.� Fuu
growled. How dare he blame this all on her!

�All the strings were
attached! And they all led to your precious fucking Jin!� He snarled, his
fingers closing on her trachea. �Even
when we�re screwing, its you, me, and then there�s Jin!�

Cringing, her heart hurt at the thought. It seemed every
thought she owned was connected to that man. A man who wanted nothing to do
with her. A man who thought her silly and girlish.

If she was going to defend herself, Mugen didn�t let her,
opting instead to continue. �It wasn�t even me you were fucking! Just my cock
with his face behind your eyelids!�

�Be quiet!!� She screamed, her
hands flinging out to claw at his face, to smack him, hell even to pinch
him! Anything to make him stop. �Shut up! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!�

His head darted back, easily evading her vengeful nails,
quickly taking them in the hand that was cupping her and slamming them above
her head. �Yeah you probably do. And you know what? You�re going to stop right
now.� He jeered.

Fuu thrashed about ferociously. �Don�t tell me how to
feel!� She bit.

Tightening his hand on her esophagus she stilled her
struggles immediately, focusing more of her energy on not wasting so much of
the air she was now loosing. �You�re not in any position to argue. Now, you�re
going to stop flailing around and start being nice to me, aren�t you?� His tone
leaving no room for discussion.

Her chest rose and fell with a controlled urgency. �Go to
hell.� She spewed the words like they left a nasty taste in her mouth.

Mugen pressed his thumb firmly against her clavicle.
�Keep it up and I�ll drag your bony ass with me.� He snarled warningly. He left
her throat briefly to tear away her obi, letting her yukata hang open like a
flag. Using his body to keep her pinned to the tree, he wrapped the tie around
her wrists, securing them with a double knot.

She yelped when he lifted her by the tie, dropping her on
a random tree knob protruding above her. Her feet kicked urgently for ground as
she unceremoniously hung from the little limb. Curling in on herself the best
she could with a trunk behind her, Fuu tried to hide her exposed front. �Untie
me now, you creep!� She shot, now high enough to be eyelevel with him.

Glimpsing down at her naked belly his hand smoothed its
way back up to clasp at her neck. �What did I say about being nice?� He asked
with false sweetness, giving his fingers a threatening twitch.

�You wouldn�t.� Her tone was
low but she managed to keep the doubt out of it.

He chuckled, running his thumb up and down the ridges of
her trachea. �That�s a pretty funny thing to say to me.�

�Put me down.� She demanded.

�Shut up.� His teeth playfully
bit at her lips. It had been too long; he had almost forgotten how soft her
skin was. Damn, he really was being a sentimental little pussy. He thought
dismayed.

Keeping himself between her legs, not giving her feet the
chance to kick him in some choice parts, he wrestled out of his shirts,
carefully undoing the ties of his hakama. Ever since that night, every time the
strings were touched, he always thought of her, her trusting fingers patiently
working through the loops and knots.

Fuu squirmed against the bark, rearing her hips away from
him as far as they would go with the wall of wood behind them. �Mugen, no, I
don�t want this.� She whimpered desolately, looking down so she didn�t have to
meet his eyes.

Mugen laughed
bitterly through his nose, bringing his forehead to tap against her own,
lifting it so she had to look at him. �Its always about what you want isn�t it?
The sun-fucking-flower samurai, Jin, everything we�ve done up until now had
always revolved around the wants and needs of her highness.� He leered at the
word �highness� like a swear.

�I didn�t know you hated it
this much. Then go, if that�s what you want, then leave. I won�t say a thing.�
She said calmly trying not to loose her head. �Leave�� Fuu pleaded silently.

Stormy gray pools stared into her honey orbs. He didn�t
know what that sting in his chest was, but he didn�t like it. And he hated her
for being able to make him feel it with nothing but words. He drew his face
impossibly closer to her, gleaming at her though half lidded lustful eyes. �And
if I left, that would be about you too. Because that�s what you want, now,
isn�t it? Well, right this minute, I don�t want to leave. I�m perfectly
happy where I am.� He stated, pressing his forehead against hers.

Watching the emotions pass through her eyes was like
watching a fascinating battle and he found himself riveted. He pushed his chest
against hers, the contrasts of bronze and flesh, wiry muscle and feminine
softness, flashing briefly in his mind. It was like putting a rectangle block
into a triangle shaped hole, no matter which way you positioned it, they were
never going to fit; yet for some idiotic reason you couldn�t give up until you
hammered the damn block in and made it fit.

He ran his rough hand over one breast, kneading the soft
tissue and letting his thumb paw around the pinkening skin. Perhaps small
breasts weren�t all bad. They fit her, and oddly enough, right now, he
preferred her infinitely more to Hirori. As much as he enjoyed seeing her body,
he found that he liked watching her face as he did things to that body more.
The different things that would pass through her eyes had him unable to turn
away, instead nudging his forehead further against hers. Fear, pleasure,
sadness, indignity, and so many others whirled and sloshed together in her eyes
like pools of different oils pouring into a bowl, each one battling for
dominance.

His free hand reluctantly released her breast to travel
down her chest to her stomach, briefly stopping to loop around her bellybutton,
before reaching the triangle at the apex of her thighs. He cupped her first,
proud to find her already moist, and rocked his palm against her. Feeling her
gasp against him brought her breasts harder against his chest. She whimpered,
biting her lip.

�Mugen, stop.� She begged
hoarsely.

�Quiet.�

A high whine resounded from her throat; her head tossing
back away from him, eyes clenching shut. Instantly, Mugen tightened his grip on
her throat, pushing his thumb at an angle under her esophagus. She reflexively
shot up, coming back to face him, her eyes wide and choking. �Eyes open.� He
commanded. He wasn�t going to have her looking away anymore, no more closing
her eyes. He was going to make sure she knew exactly who was doing these things
to her, he would make it so there would never be a single shred of doubt in her
mind. Mugen was kicking Jin out of this once and for all. He wasn�t going to
let her play pretend any more.

And then fear appeared to be the dominant color in her
eyes. He knew it wasn�t over anything he was, or could, be doing to her. It was
because he had taken her dreams, fantasies, false hopes and brusquely crushed
them under his foot. He was making her face reality now, and the reality was
that Jin didn�t want her, but Mugen did.

Gnawing the insides of her cheek she tried not to cry
out, tried not to make pleasure sounds, not when he was watching so carefully.
Not when that was exactly what he wanted from her. She tried to keep still but
couldn�t stop her thighs from twitching and spasming around his hand as his
palm rocked back and forth over where she needed it most, the tips of his
fingers diving into her core with each sway forward. This was not what she
wanted. She wanted her control back over their situation. She wanted to be able
to shove him away. She wanted to be the �good girl� her mother and Shinsuke�s
always wanted her to be. She wanted Jin. �Okay, okay, I get the point. Now let
me go.� She begged, forcing back the frustrated tears, hating having to beseech
him like this.

�You can jump me in a cane
field, fuck me in a bath, floor, room, and just about anywhere with a stable
surface, but this you don�t want? Want to tell me why?� He asked, his eyes
glinted at her wickedly as he leaned in to lick the raindrops off her face.

Never had she wanted to kill someone so badly. Not even
her father. �This is rape you know.� She glared hatefully at him.

Mugen sniggered thrusting three fingers deep inside her,
his thumb rubbing passively over her clit. �I�ve committed every crime, sin,
and felony at least twice. You think this bothers me?� He smirked.

Fuu cried out, feeling herself clench around his invasive
fingers and loathing herself for it. Her body had never rebelled against her
before and she wanted to murder him for making it betray her like this. Him and
his tainted feelings, his sick parody of love. Bastard. He was watching her,
forcing him to watch him watching her. He was ripping away her defenses and
leaving her naked and vulnerable against everything that scared her. �Why are
you doing this? Because you�re evil, sadistic, cruel, or just want revenge
against me?� She bit.

Tapping his forehead to hers his eyelashes almost brushed
against her own. He looked intoxicated and content, happy just to toy with her
body like a new present. �You�re really ruining this with your bitching. You
know that, right?� He drawled lazily, pulling more thick, sticky, moisture from
a place she would make sure he never touched again.

�This is about Jin, isn�t it?�
Fuu wanted to hurt him. She wanted to bare his wound and poke at like he did
her. And she knew just how to do it. He stilled for a moment inside her, before
going back to pawing at her intimate areas like an alcoholic in a sake store.
�You think you can just screw him out of my head, don�t you?�

�How the hell were you not a
virgin before I got to you?� He said crudely, hardly believing anyone but he
could put up with her bitching at times like this.

�Because I was with guys I
actually liked.� She spat. It wasn�t the truth; she held no affection
for Tatsuke, then or now, but she would never let him know that. �Ow!� She winced when he hooked his fingers into her
sensitive place a little too hard.

She was wrong. He didn�t think he could just fuck
Jin out of her head. He was going to. He was going to make her watch
while he did things to her only he would do, while he took everything she had
to offer. He was going to shove her off that pedestal she was sitting on and
trap her on the dirty ground with him. He would rip off her prissy little angel
wings and fuck her like the demon she believed him to be, and, in most
likelihood, was. Quickly letting go of his irritation, Mugen gave her chin a
playful nip, suddenly coming up with an excellent idea. His licks and bites
continued down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, and lower still. He
had wanted to do this with her, many times in fact, but their previous
encounters were always so hurried and furious. Now he had all the time in the
world.

Her body tensed beneath his ministrations, which were now
skimming up and down her thighs as his lips crawled closer to her nether
region. Mugen couldn�t help but smirk, wondering what she would think, and
knowing no one else had ever done this sort of thing to her. Her legs were
wound shut tighter than a locked safe when he reached them, but he only had to
give her thigh a hard pinch and they came flaring open.

�Ah! You jerk, what do you think
you�re doing?� She hissed, annoyed at not being able to sooth the lingering
pain he had given her sensitive skin.

Paying her no mind he easily parted her knees like a
curtain to the show he wanted to see. He had seen more pussies, cunts, and
vagina�s than most women probably saw their own, but he had never had the
chance to see Fuu�s. There was never much time for foreplay between them and he
never minded until now when he understood why. He lifted a finger to sluggishly
trace along the pink, tissuey, walls, before spreading her lips and getting a
closer look. He legs automatically clenched around him, eager to close and
block him out.

�I�m not kidding, stop.� She
tried to shove more assertiveness into her voice but it shook and wavered with
too much panic.

He ran his tongue along his front row of teeth, letting
his index finger circle around the little bud in front of him. He liked seeing
her this way, open and bared before him. Her sex spread and dripping in front
of his face. It made his mouth water and salivate.

Fuu was scared and shaking with him staring at such a
sensitive place like that. She hated this and wanted it to stop. He had crushed
her little framed picture of Jin behind her eyes, what the hell more did he
want. She gasped, startled, bucking her hips as far away from him as they would
go when she felt him teasingly nose at her folds. �Mugen, don�t. This
isn�t funny.� The authority she tried to put into her tone was strangely
absent, her command only coming out as a desperate plead.

Her words fell on deaf ears as he chased her hips with
his mouth, his tongue darting out to give her an experimental taste. He heard
her cry out, whether from frustration or his attentions he wasn�t sure, but the
aftertaste she left in his mouth was too intoxicating not to have another. Her
taste reminded him of sake, the flavor wasn�t good or bad but after you had
your first drop you couldn�t stop yourself from drinking more. He molded his
tongue completely against her dampened sex, dipping it into her quivering hole
before running it up to flick the bud at the top of her crevice.

Only then did she begin to cry. This was wrong, what he
was doing to her was wrong. And she despised him for making her love it. She
always had some remnant of control over what happened to her body, but now he
was playing with it like a puppet. Making her arch and buck and beg, and all
she could do was cry. Cry for herself and cry for what she realized she was.
She had so wanted to be the noble woman her mother tried to mold her into,
easily writing off her other liaisons as �accidents�, �mistakes�, to be
forgiven and forgotten. But Mugen wasn�t going to let her forget this one. He
was grabbing her hair and shoving her nose in every sin she ever committed. He
was tearing her hopes and dreams apart and showing her what she really was.
Like her mother, she was one thing trying to be another. She was a sullied girl
trying to be a good one. But she could never be a good girl now.

He knew he wouldn�t have to worry about her closing her
eyes now. She knew her sweet Jin would never do anything so disgusting to her.
He would probably do all that �proper� fucking, and shit. With him always being
on top and doing little more than inserting his cock into a tiny hole. Give
that a good fifteen minutes of thrusting and it was over. For the life of him,
Mugen couldn�t understand why she would choose a life of that over what he was
doing to her now. He gave a naughty grin before shoving his tongue into her
quivering hole, feeling her walls clamp around it with a weak and defeated cry.
He lapped at her soaking sex one more time, before moving up her body with
heated nips and kisses.

When he reached her face he started a bit. She was
sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulder shaking painfully in her hung position.
Tears he had expected, no great change came without a little resistance, but
this he didn�t know what to do with. With anyone else he couldn�t have cared
less, but he couldn�t fuck Fuu with her like this. She looked like a miserable and
molested child, crying, hanging from a tree with her robes flapping open. He
sighed, a little frustrated and disappointed, as he leaned up to the knob,
pulling and tugging at the ties holding her up.

His arms shot out, trying to catch her as she fell but
she didn�t resist, didn�t even try to keep herself up, instead dropping limply
to the grass in a drenched heap of soaked robes and hair. He had almost
forgotten that it was still raining, though not as hard as it had been before.
Crouching down on the grass near her he was at a loss for what to do. Her Yukata was splayed out in a drenched heap, weighing her
little body down. She continued to weep pitifully and he didn�t know how to
make it stop. He remembered when Kohza had gotten a little too sensitive she
once told him that girls just liked for someone to be with them when they
cried, they didn�t like to feel alone when they were sad.

So he squatted there, wet, futile, and ragingly hard. Fuu
sobbed against her chest, her bangs plastered against her cheeks and ears, arms
wrapped piteously around her shaking form. Women were just too complicated, you
never knew if they wanted to hit, yell, cry, or fuck. And sometimes they wanted
to do all four at the same time. Men were easier; they always wanted one thing
at a time, every urge waiting patiently for its turn. Mugen scratched the back
of his head which currently had his hair matted to it in dripping tangles. He
wished she would stop her bawling long enough to tell him what she wanted him
to do.

�Go away. Leave me alone, I
don�t want to look at you ever again.� She weeped.

Well a lot of good that did. He frowned, he wasn�t going
anywhere. Kohza had no fucking idea what the hell she was talking about. She
had said women wanted someone to be there for them when they were sad. Well he
was here, being there for her, and she told him to get away from her. Fuu
obviously didn�t know how to be a woman. He sighed, making a frustrated noise
at the make of his throat reaching his hand out, watching it hesitate before
lying on her head, in an odd travesty of a comforting gesture.

Mugen felt her visibly stiffen upon contact. His eyes
followed her hand that lifted towards the top of her head where his own hand
was placed; pleased that she was accepting his reassurances. His confusion,
furious hard on, and lack of blood flow to the right head, all made it very
difficult for his brain to process her hand passing his own to yank the chop
sticks from her hair before lunging at him, tackling him to the ground and
aiming the pointier end of the hair accessories at his throat.

He almost missed but managed to catch her wrist as it
came down. Her sitting on top of him like this was not helping his predicament
in any way, shape or form. His other hand snagged her free fist that threatened
to claw his eyes out. A groan tore through him, his brain torn between his
survival instinct and fuck instinct, both were about equally strong. Mugen
managed to keep her hands, both the one that was armed and the one that was
not, away from his face, but he could feel the mud pressing into the back of
his head as he struggled with her. Her tongue moved, forming condemning curses
and swears and screams and he wanted nothing more than to take it in his mouth
and suck that wicked muscle.

His arms shoved her own away, quickly wrapping around Fuu
and yanking her to him in a subduing hug. She thrashed about furiously as he
jerked her mouth down to his in a violent fraud of a kiss, holding her face
still, he plundered her wet caverns, forcing Fuu to breath through her nose.
With a quick wrench of his hips he was inside of her and felt like dying. He
had to still himself against the wave of hunger and bliss that threatened to
drown him. Gods, he could see heaven and it was right between her thighs the
entire time. He made a mental note to tell the local monks that all that
enlightenment-through-sacrifice crap was total shit. Pressing his lips firmer
against hers he surged his hips up, deeper into her womb.

If anyone ever asked him, he would say he had absolutely
no fucking idea, but for some reason, Fuu stilled her scuffling and began
swaying her pelvis into his, laying her palms flat against his chest. Mugen
took the opportunity to reach up and rip the ornaments-made-weapons from her
and plunged them safely into the moist earth beside them. He wrapped one arm
around her back, the other rising behind her head to keep her with him when she
pulled her mouth away to breath. He felt her pant and sigh against his face and
tightened his grip at the mewling noises she made when he hit a certain spot
inside her.

Pressing his hand straight against her spine, her back
went straight, and her muscles tense, her mouth opened in a silent cry. His
breath was ripped from his lungs when her walls closed impossibly tight around
his shaft, his body arching off the ground and his hands moved, gripping her
ass to make her take him as far as he could go. Slumping back to the ground
with a moan and a sigh, he was light headed, dizzy and could only observe as
the forest above him twirled, doubled, and swirled around his vision. Her head
dropped to his chest, her cheek landing on his collarbone, her fists now
positioned comfortably under her breasts.

Mugen swallowed and gulped, trying to get saliva back to
his hoarse throat. Fuu lay curled on top of him, her head pillowed just under
his neck, and her legs bent at his torso. His eyelids slowly slid shut against
the last bit of rain that fell, making a pitter-pattering sound against their
skin. They blinked open when the shower finally came to a gradual halt, leaving
nothing but humidity and darkness in its wake. Glancing down he watched as her
earth colored head moved up and down with his breath, he wondered if she could
hear his heartbeat slowing down. His fingers smoothed over the curve of her
backside to draw patterns on her tailbone, the free one moving to run up and
down the span of her back.

His rough fingers felt nice against her sensitive skin.
Fuu sighed closing her eyes and letting herself ride out the orgasmic aftermath.
She could feel blissful chemicals and hormones skipping through her blood,
making her lazy and content. They painted the prettiest picture of a world with
absolutely nothing wrong, nothing for her to be upset, angry, or sad over.
Everything was perfect and wonderful. Her tongue slid out to lick the dew from
her lips. She knew when it all wore off the happy feeling would too, but for
now she would enjoy it. And hopefully fall asleep before it went away and she
had to go back to the not so good world.

The humidity would no doubt bring out night crawlers,
frogs, and worms but she was off of the ground and safe from that. Letting out
a languid yawn he was curious as to whether or not she had already fallen
asleep. Either way he�d leave well enough alone, she was fine where she was and
this was a boat he wasn�t going to rock. Sex really was an amazing thing; he
had no idea how houshi�s were expected to go without it. It made sad people
happy and boring people more interesting. And it turned spiteful bitches into
affectionate little girls too, apparently. Mugen lazily pressed his thumb along
her spine, leveling over the corded ridges of the bone. He had never let her on
top before, but after this he would probably suggest it more often. It was like
this that he enjoyed her small stature and size and would prefer her no other
way. It reminded him that she was still so young, a fact that was easy to
forget when your brain was rushing to your cock. She made him feel stronger and
powerful with such a small thing to protect. For once he was glad her breasts
were small and her body was childlike at best, he didn�t think he could put up
with added male attention and competition.

He was glad with the feeling that he saw her in a way
that no other man did. He saw the woman in the little girl and had them both.
It was anyone�s guess what would happen tomorrow, what her reaction and
temperament would be when the effects of climax wore off and the blindfold was
torn from her eyes. But he would cross that bridge when he came to it. For now
Mugen would content himself with the wet girl dozing on his chest and the
knowledge that Jin wouldn�t be done washing dishes until morning because the
pirate had snuck out of the restaurant with the money, leaving the samurai with
no way to pay for their meals.

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Ok, well now, how was that? I�m not sure how long this
fic is gonna b, I�m guestimating with what I have to write, it�ll prolly be
around ten chapters, probably less because the chaps r so long. But there will
b a sequel that I�m looking forward to dishing out. I�ve pretty much got this
whole fic all planned and rough drafted and what not. But the sequal is called
�Sociopathic Crush� and I think u�ll enjoy it if u liked this.

Much luv

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