Two years in the making

Mugen blushed. Blushed when he hit the floor, Fuu sprawled out on top of him. Now to get things straight, he was not, definitely not blushing because he could see right down that horrible excuse for a robe at Fuu’s porcelain breasts. No he had seen plenty of boobs in his time. His face was red in the embarrassment of not only standing in the same exact place she had left him a good thirty minutes ago but at the added humiliation of being knocked over by a girl who probably weighed less than a hundred twenty pounds.



“What the fuck?” he mumbled to himself, pressing his fists into his temples before shoving Fuu off of him and on to the wooden floor. The world just wants to screw with me tonight doesn’t it?



The word screw gave him some images he probably shouldn’t have had in his head as he was now standing over Fuu, who was looking like a helpless little doe. He had to hold back a groan as he noticed her legs were almost completely visible from the way the robe had opened at the bottom. He forced himself to look at the ceiling as he yanked her up off the floor. Not very gently either.



Fuu was just staring at him with this confused look on her face. It was really bugging him that she wasn’t talking. She always talked all the fucking time. What was wrong with her now? He knew seeing him in a towel wasn’t doing that because she had seen him in one before. His eyes scanned her face for a second taking inventory of her swollen red eyes. So she had been crying while she was bathing. He put that in the back of his head as the shoulder of the robe slipped off her shoulder. This girl wanted to kill him didn’t she?



Mugen yanked the tie of the robe off of her and held the scrap of cloth together on her body. Fuu had stiffened visibly at this point, her eyes looked scared, and something else he didn’t really want to look that hard into at the moment. He pulled the robe tightly around her body, not caring at this point if it was too tight for her to breath or something of the sort and then tied the sash back in place as tight as he could. He muttered constantly about “damn robes” and “fucking wet white cloth.”



I’m turning into Jin. That was the only thing that was running through his mind as he looked at her. The scared look on her face had dissolved into one of confusion. Yeah well I’m confused too girly. He was the type that ripped clothes off of girls, he didn’t make sure they stayed covered. That would be Jin’s area. The whole honorable samurai thing. He finally decided to go back to the whole swollen red eyes thing.



“Why were ya cryin’?” He asked sharply which she actually flinched at. He had known her long enough to understand it wasn’t one of fear but one of surprise. Kind of like the little jumps she would give when he had actually said something remotely nice on their journey. Few and far between but still somewhat there.



“I was just thinking.” She whispered. He actually had to crane his head to hear her words.



“Bout what?” he asked looking her right in the eye. They both know he wouldn’t hurt her, but it was his way of saying that she wasn’t getting past him until he knew.



Fuu turned her head away from him hiding her eyes and took a breath and mumbling something. He didn’t catch it.



“What?” he asked bending a little at the waist to get closer to the sound.



She mumbled again and once again he couldn’t catch it.



“What the fuck were you thinkin’ about?” Mugen growled at this point frustrated more than he knew he should have been but this was getting on his last nerve.



“WHERE WERE YOU!?!?” Fuu shouted at him her eyes locked onto his glaring at him.



It was definitely his turn to be confused. Where was he like now in the hall? Where was he before he came back to Jin’s house? Where was he for the past two years? Where was he when she was being kidnapped by that guy with the crazy scythe? There were a whole heck of a lot of ways that question of hers could be taken.



Her face was now bright red in embarrassment. “Where were you all this time? What happened to you? I had thought you were in on the ocean, or in prison, or dead…” She wouldn’t even look at him at this point.



Mugen took a step back from her and rested his hand on the back of his neck. “I guess a bit of all of those.” He sighed and looked up at the ceiling again. It was fast becoming his new best friend. “For a while I had my own ship and crew. Started that about a month after we all sep’rated. Did that until about four months ago. Maybe less than that. Some group of Shogunate got us while we were in some town. Don’t even know what it was called. There were too many of them. So me and my crew ended up in prison for a bit.” He paused for a bit.



She still wasn’t looking at him, but he could tell from the way her eyes were moving and scrunching up she was paying attention.



“We busted out of that place, but a whole bunch of us got real sick. These red bumps and fevers. Some people were coughin’ up blood. None of us really knew what to do ‘bout it. Four of us survived. Fever broke and all that. But the other sixteen didn’t make it. Kinda ironic that we were runnin’ from the noose and found in another form.” He tilted his head a bit and sighed. “We decided to go our ways at that point. None of us really wanted to try for another crew. Considered it an omen or somthin’. That was probably a good two months ago. I basically travelled after that. Wanderin’. Then about a week ago I heard about a weddin’ and decided to show up. Hadn’t eaten a decent meal since losin’ the ship.”



He ended his little informative speech by tilting his head and looking at Fuu. He knew in the back of his head this was probably the longest time he had just talked himself in a good while. At least two years.



Fuu wasn’t looking at him. She was breathing raggedly almost as if she was going to cry. Mugen definitely didn’t know what was going on.



“The stories about the pirate ships stopped coming in four months ago.” She whispered.



“Yeah. That was us. You heard about us?” he smirked. He took a lot of pride in being a legend.



But she didn’t answer his question.



“I thought you were dead.” She was shaking at this point. Horribly. Okay he understood why she might be upset about him dying, but he wasn’t dead. He was standing right there in front of her. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her a bit. That’s when the tears streamed down her face.



“I said yes three months ago.” Mugen didn’t understand why that would matter. What would it matter when she agreed to marry the guy?



That’s when it clicked. She thought he was dead. And she said yes after she thought he was dead. Because she thought he was dead. He stumbled backwards. He couldn’t believe it. Was she serious? The tears streaming down her face were definitely telling him that she was. Shit.



He couldn’t even stop himself at this point. He didn’t even have to think about it as he lifted her chin up and placed his lips on hers. She was stiff for only a second before he felt her arms wrap around his neck and he could feel slender fingers tangling in his hair. Her entire body had melted into his. He didn’t know exactly how it happened and neither did he care but their tongues were twining around each other. When he heard her moan he could barely control himself. He was losing it. He didn’t make a habit of kissing whores. He didn’t really want his mouth were someone else’s dick could have been. Any kiss he had been given didn’t even remotely compare to this.



He had her pressed up against the wall and he only just registered that the towel had fallen from around his waist and her robe was hanging around her waist because of that too tight sash. Whimpers from Fuu and his own groans filled the hallway. Eventually they had to pull back for air.



She was pink. All over. Even her breasts were tinged pink. Her eyes were slowly clearing as she looked at him, and both of their breathing slowed.



She started pulling her robe back into place and she was concentrating hard on his face. He stared at her confused.



“I’m getting married.” She whispered.



Mugen groaned and grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist.



“Leave him.” He snapped sharply. He didn’t mean for it to come out like that but he was hard as hell and he had obviously just made it very clear that his feelings for her were very very far from just their weird friendship.



“Mugen,” she touched his face and it was his turn to hide his eyes from her. When had Fuu become this? “You can’t stay in the same old place.” Her voice sounded like she was being stabbed.



He knew that that wasn’t what she meant. He knew that she would travel with him. She would always be safe with him. She was saying that he wasn’t one to commit to anything or anyone. To her. And he wasn’t. He had never committed to anything in his entire life except maybe improving his fighting skills. He had said it himself. He wasn’t the marrying type.



He lowered his head and gave her a chaste kiss, something that was utterly foreign to him, and then walked down the hall and closed the screen behind him. His eyes landed on a vase that looked like it was worth something. In an instant he had it smashing against the wall.

I broke something Jin. You can kill me now.