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Ok, I never thought I�d say this, but aff.net is beginning 2
piss me off just the smidgests of bits >_< Not the old aff, I luved that
one, the new one though, I hate the new set up! All the stories looked like a
pre-schooler�s �count by numbers� book up when u try 2 read them now! I mean,
b4, it was FF.net giving me a hard time w uploading my fics, and now they�re
looking better than the ones of AFF! I dunno, its fucking crazy.

�URGENT!: PLS READ! REWARD INVOLVED!�

N.E.wayz, again w the �Abandon� Soundtrack. I can do w/out
downloading the whole soundtrack. I can do the 1 by 1 thing, no problem. I
really want the song that has Katie Holmes� voice in it, I mean all she does is
� la la la� but still. I have been playing the 12 second sample sound byte the
�abandon� site gives u, non stop since I uploaded chap:6. I have gotten so
desperate for that song that I am now offering a commission fic. Yes, a
commission fic. Whoever can get me some songs from that soundtrack I will be
only 2 happy 2 do a commission fic on anything they want. U want Gilmore girls? Ok I�ll write about
that. U want Harry Potter? Tell me the pairing or wut u want it 2 b about and
its yours. Hell I�ll even do freakin� Sponge Bob! Just tell me wut u
want the fic 2 b about and I�ll write it. It doesn�t even half 2 b a series,
movie, or book that I�ve seen or read, I�m excellent with research. Samurai
Chaploo is the only series I�ve seen entirely and yet I�ve written about plenty
of different things.

The Deni Pie

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

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You're afraid of flying

Afraid of losing your mind

But I don't want to know you

Now there's no time

It's both a lovely and a fearful thing

To be captured by all of your feelings

I breathe into you

Into you

You run to me and

Don't even know my name

Desire's slowly becoming

Your great escape

You let me wonder

Now I'll let you burn

I promise nothing

But still you return to me

I breathe into you

I breathe into you

You are real

I am walking through the morning

Dandelion stares in my eyes

I wish you were caught by now

I'm afraid of what they'll find

Take the box of magic

Lay it in the back of your mind

Can we wash in the morphine

After we eat we'll be fine

You're the lonely lovers

I've only known a few

Take me within and you'll know what love is...easy

Let me watch you dance

Let me watch you sleep

Kiss her with your tongue

And you'll crawl to me again

Can you feel it ?

Can you feel it ?

Can you feel it ?

Can you feel it ?
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 I breathe into you

I breathe into you

You are real

I breathe into you

I breathe into you

You are real
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�I Want to Kill You� � Darling Violetta

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Three months
passed slowly after the announcement of the impending birth of the newest
addition to their little group. It would be hard to believe that after being
put through so much that they could ever go back to normal, but somehow, over
time that is, it happened. Somewhat anyway. The news of pregnancy was
eventually accepted by all, and things grew less awkward and strained between
the three. Mugen wasn�t quite as hateful and intentionally spiteful
towards Jin after the night Fuu had come to him, not that he wouldn�t run his
blade through the samurai�s back given the faintest hint of chance, and Fuu was
beginning to let her grudge against the pirate go as well. Other than still
refusing to sleep near them at night, Jin seemed undaunted by it all. He spoke
little more than he had to and without Fuu�s attempts to drag him into
conversation he spoke even less.

Fuu would
be lying if she said she respected the samurai�s choice and only wanted him to
be happy, even if it wasn�t with her. She did, however, accept the fact that
she would have to move beyond him. He was no longer an option to picture in her
life, and she would have to choose another future to plan. That didn�t mean she
wasn�t feeling vengeful, hurt, and angry. She�d offered him everything, and
still, in his eyes it wasn�t enough. She wasn�t enough. In light of it all, she believed it to be
completely in her right to feel bitter towards him, now. While she worked to
forget the pain he caused her, he continued to walk beside them, head held high,
completely unaffected. And she would learn to do the same. There would be no
more crying, no more pining, no more wishing. The best thing to do now would be
to ignore her heart and put her pride first.

It would
appear that Mugen was the one who benefited from it all in the end. He wasn�t
exactly positive what had gone between Jin and Fuu but her sudden coldness
towards the other man didn�t slip under his notice. And with that in mind the
familiar Victor�s Pride that he had so been waiting for finally came. Over the
next few months he would walk with a cocky sway in his step, his chest puffed
out like an obnoxious rooster, and every now and then nonchalantly twirling his
blade threw his fingers like he had won a contest nobody knew about. It wasn�t
the same as lashing his sword through the asshole�s neck as he defeated him in
combat, but it was pretty damn close given his options. With Jin being the only
real competition in his eyes, he had a feeling that he wouldn�t have to concern
himself with Fuu straying any longer. Everything looked to be falling into
place for him, piece by piece. The placid bastard was thoroughly obliterated
from the picture, Fuu was knocked up and vulnerable, and better yet she knew
it. She knew that she couldn�t do this on her own and was admitting her
dependence on him. She was like a lamb with a broken leg, straggling behind the
heard for him to pick up in his jaws. The power struggle in this little thing
between them had promptly shifted. And it was fucking sweet.

Every day,
every week, every month the roundness of her belly grew and Fuu was no longer
able to hide the tell-tale bulge beneath her kimono. It was disturbing the
first time her obi wouldn�t wrap around her midsection properly, though she
hadn�t had to suffer the brunt of any of Mugen�s �fat jokes� just yet. That was
the last thing she needed right now. It never occurred to her until recently
that the bigger she became the more she would have to rely on the senseless
barbarian for support and protection. As long she was in her current state, she
doubted her looks would be able to win over any new potential body guards, plus
it was no secret that the greater deal of the population did not gaze fondly
upon unwed, expecting, young girls. At the moment, he was her only real means of
taking care of herself. But she would sooner throw herself in front of a
passing bullet than ever admit it. She hadn�t realized how much change this
would bring to her life, and none of these changes were of the desirable
variety. What were all these other mothers talking about? It was as though they
had simply slept through their 6-10 months of this. Pregnancy was not
beautiful, it was not wondrous, and it was certainly no miracle. You got fat,
you got tired, you ached all over, you couldn�t see your feet anymore, and what
was worse is you became insanely aroused for no apparent reason and your only
remaining options for relief was a cold, unfeeling, man who you were angry with
and a dirty, unattractive, brute of a man that got on every last nerve in your
entire body. And where was this magical �maternal glow� she kept hearing about?
If anything, she was beginning to look pale, sickly, and she was sure
she wasn�t �radiating� with happiness.

Her
condition also managed to completely throw off their entire journey. They were
forced to stop almost constantly for her. They had to take an impractical
amount of detours to wherever the nearest village or town happened to reside,
for food and the occasional doctor�s visit, and this of course led to becoming
irreconcilably lost seemingly every other day. Fuu looked to be the only one
truly frustrated with herself and their predicament. Granted Mugen continued to
add his two cents and gripe and grumble at her but she saw no real anger in
him. And Jin must have been blessed with Kami�s patience.

�That�s it, we�re stopping. We have no idea where the fuck
we are.�

�The next town is supposed to be just a little further.� Jin
calmly protested.

�The next town was supposed to be �just a little further�
four hours ago!� Mugen snapped, throwing himself down as if staging a sit-in.

Saying
nothing to this, Jin took out the crude map they had purchased at the last
village. They were so relieved at the cheap price they hadn�t really given
second thought to the cheap quality. Plopping down where she stood, Fuu
couldn�t help feeling guilty for being the one mostly responsible for their
dilemma. They had taken yet another deviation because she started to complain
of hunger pains and when they came back onto the road they must�ve made a wrong
turn somewhere.

�We were supposed to turn right when we reached the last
intersection between roads.�

Mugen
glanced up at the samurai studying the shabby looking piece of paper. �And
where was that?�

�I am not even sure we came to an intersection at all.� Jin
confessed.

�So then where the hell are we?� He asked, quickly
becoming agitated.

�He could probably figure that out if you�d keep quiet.� Fuu
reproached.

�We probably wouldn�t have to figure it out if you
could�ve just waited a little longer to stuff your face!� Mugen bit back.

�Shut up! If you don�t like it then let me starve next
time!� She snapped.

�Don�t think I wouldn�t!�

�This is not a map to Nagasaki.�

The two
abruptly stopped bickering at the admission, both turning to Jin in shock.

�What!?� Mugen reared up, coming to look over his shoulder
at the false guide.

�This is not a map to Nagasaki. It is a map from Edo to
Nagashino.� Jin confirmed, his eyes roving over the unrecognizable landmarks on
the chart.

Fuu gaped
unbelievingly. How long had they been going in the wrong direction? How much
further from Nagasaki were they now? Where were they, period!? �Ow!� Her
panicked thoughts were cut off by a sudden odd pang in her abdomen, but just as
quickly as it came it was gone, leaving her to look at her swollen stomach with
suspicion and bewilderment.

�That sneaky, two-timing little shit!� Mugen snarled,
ripping the map away from Jin and twisting it and tearing it furiously,
imitating what he probably intended to do with the boy who�d pawned the guide
off on them in the first place. �I knew something wasn�t right with that
fucking kid!�

Opening her
mouth to voice her own concerns, her rants were interrupted by yet another
strange �thumping� feeling in her gut. �Ow!� She yelped, her hand darting to
her stomach in surprise.

This time
she was loud enough to catch the other men�s attention. Mugen paused his tirade
long enough to let his attention flicker down to her, Jin following in suit.
�What�s up with you?�

She ran her
fingers cautiously up and down the swell of her belly, wondering if the bizarre
sensation would return. �I don�t know�� The second those words were out the
same strange spasm came back ten fold. �Wah!� She started back. The hand that
was resting on her stomach jerked away at the sudden nudge it received against
its palm. �Oh Kami, what was that?!�

�Don�t even tell me you�re hungry again.� Mugen grumbled.

�No, I�m not hungry again you jer-Ah! There it goes again!�
She jumped. Her body was trembling slightly when Jin kneeled down to her,
inspecting her runaway stomach.

�You cannot be ready to give birth, it is still too soon.�
He said, though it sounded like observational notes to himself than to anyone
else.

At the
mention of birth, Mugen, too, knelt down in front of her; still for a moment
before grudgingly giving Jin a rough nudge to back off. The samurai gave the
other male more room but refused to move completely out of the way.

�Then what�s going on?� Fuu fretted, staring at her belly,
half expecting some horrific troll creature to explode out of it.

Placing a
hand on said abdomen, Jin began to feel around, pressing here and there, his
eyes concentrated and focused.

Mugen glowered at the roaming
fingers before angrily shoving them back. �What the hell do you think you�re
doing?� He growled.

Glaring
back at his childishness, Jin instinctually flexed his fingers as though
preparing to unsheathe his sword. �I am trying to find the problem with your
child. Do you want to let your own idiocy get in the way of that?�

The other
man said nothing but didn�t put up a fight when the samurai went to inspect Fuu
again. It didn�t show but it always sent a little jolt of surprise through him
the few times someone actually referred to the little being inside the girl in
front of him as �His child.� He had never thought those words would ever be
said to him, and it felt unsettling to hear it. Fuu looked visibly shaken as
well, refusing to make eye contact with anything but the swollen abdomen below her.
He tensed when she jumped again, looking like a jolt of electricity had gone
through her.

�It�s moving.� Jin informed, taking his hands away from her
stomach.

�What?� Mugen questioned, never removing his eyes from Fuu�s
belly.

�The child. It�s moving.� He clarified.

�It moves?� Fuu sounded astonished to hear the new
diagnosis.

The dark
haired man nodded, adjusting his glasses which had slipped down during his
examination. �Children gain life long before exiting the womb.� He added.

�What�s it moving for?� Mugen asked poking at her belly.

�I am not sure. Perhaps you should ask it in another 4 to 5
months.� Came Jin�s clipped response as he pinched the bridge of his nose like
one would when feeling a headache coming on.

Snorting at
the samurai�s abrupt cynical attitude, Mugen mused at his attempt at sarcasm.
�Testy, testy.� He goaded.

�Stop it. Both of you.� She commanded almost absentmindedly.
Her voice sounded vague, as though she weren�t really paying attention. These
pangs in her belly, they felt like sharp kicks from the inside out. �Lets just
go.� She urged trying to wobble to her feet. This thing inside her, was
growing, moving, becoming a little person in her body. And it was simply
too overwhelming to handle at the moment.

Mugen grabbed
Fuu�s wrist, easily pulling her up when her moment shifted, almost toppling her
backwards. �And where, exactly, are we supposed to go if we don�t know where we
are? If we leave now we�ll only end up with our heads even further up
our asses.�

�Or we may find someone to ask directions.� Jin reasoned.

�And who the hell, but us, is going to be wandering around
in the middle of nowhere!?�

Jin opened
his mouth to object when a sudden low noise of rustling foliage and muffled
voices filtered through the forest, steadily growing louder.

�What�s that?� Fuu inquired, her interest peaked.

All three
stared off expectantly into the brush in time to see the form of a wiry man in
rags race past only a few yards away. Moments after him the thundering of
stampeding feet and the low chorus of orders and commands echoed through the
forest as four heavily armed men chased after the first.

�Don�t say a fucking word.� Mugen growled, glaring bitterly
at Jin.

The stoic
man didn�t bother to answer, opting to disregard him and take off after the
other five.

�C�mon!� Mugen snapped, snatching Fuu up and dashing off in
the direction Jin had taken.

Fuu grunted
and hung on to the pirate for dear life as he bobbed and weaved through the
woods, jerking and jostling her about all the way. Her arms tightened around
his neck, imagining all the painful horrors that would befall her should he
drop her. A low groan tore through her throat at the feeling of her breakfast
sloshing around in her own stomach. �Put me down, Mugen! I�m gonna throw up, I
swear!� She cried.

But he was
oblivious to her distress and continued to leap over roots and dart through the
trees, keeping up with the man in front of him. That is, he was oblivious until
a loud gagging sound reverberated in his ear and a sudden flood of a sickening,
putrid, chunky goo exploded onto his shirt.

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�I told you.�

�You whine every five minutes! How was I supposed to know
you were actually serious this time?!� Mugen tugged the soiled haori over his
shoulders and tossed it to the ground, staying close as Fuu continued to retch
behind a nearby tree.

Her
shoulders shook with one last dry heave before slumping to her butt on the
grass. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, the nausea starting to take its
leave of her poor, abused stomach. �Did Jin catch up with those guys, yet?� She
asked, closing her eyes tiredly.

�The one they were chasing got away. I think he�s just
getting directions from them.� He said, reminded of having to run after the
other man to catch up, all the while enduring Fuu�s vomit dripping down his
front.

�Are we going to follow them back or get directions from
them now?� She didn�t want to voice it to him, but a good night�s sleep in a
comfy bed didn�t sound half bad.

�What�s the point? Its not like we have any money for rooms,
anyway.� To tell the truth he was getting sick of unnecessary stops at
neighboring towns. If he could by some booze and sex it would all be well and
good, but now a days leaving her alone for long periods of time put him on a
bit of an edge. Therefore, passing visits to villages and the like had somewhat
lost their appeal for now.

�Then we should earn some while we�re there. Get some
supplies and some sleep. Kill two birds with one stone.� She pressed eagerly.
�And then we�ll leave in the morning, I promise.� Her eyes implored. �Plus, I
haven�t been feeling well, obviously.� She added, gesturing to the mucky haori.

�Bullshit, you�re feeling fine.� Mugen replied, slipping on
his outer shirt, his naked chest open to the air.

Fuu
scoffed. �How would you know?�

�If you can breathe, and you can bitch, you�re fine.� He
answered.

�Maybe Jin wants to go back with them too?� She protested.

�Who�s stopping him?�

Glowering
impudently at him she crossed her arms over her chest angrily. �Could you at
least go ask them if they know where any rivers, or springs are? I�m thirsty.�

�We�ll find some on the way.� He wasn�t sure what good
shoving anything more down her throat did if it all came back up anyway.

�Mugen!� She objected righteously.

�Fine!� He conceded irritably, grunting in annoyance. �Don�t
move. And that means stay put, don�t wander, don�t go looking for furry little
rabbits and squirrels to pet, and don�t go off picking flowers and shit.� He
ordered.

Fuu had to
bite down the urge to stick her tongue out at him as he gave her one last
scathing look before going off to find Jin. �I already have a furry little
squirrel to pet, Jerk.� She mumbled, feeling said squirrel scurry around her
midsection, more than a little put off by the downsize in space caused by her
ballooning abdomen. �Its okay, Momo-san. A few more months of this and its
over.� She reassured the frazzled creature slipping out her sleeve.

It was an
odd place she and Mugen found themselves in these days. It was like neither of
them knew exactly who held the power with them. Mugen was fairly sure Fuu was
too incapacitated to stray from him but there was always that little inkling of
doubt that was never too sure. She did have the habit of staying loyal to her
friends. But he wasn�t her friend, so that didn�t mean she wouldn�t leave him
as a lover, fuck buddy, or the one who knocked her up.

As for Fuu she dealt with similar
concerns. Mugen was ever the vengeful soul and she never knew when exactly he
was going to pay her back for her injuries against him. She never knew whether
or not he was going to up and leave her when she was most desperate. And their
doubts and suspicions only served to produce a paradox effect, tying them
together yet keeping them apart at the same time.

In spite of
her own mistrusts, she wasn�t too sure Mugen was entirely off in his
uncertainties. She had no idea what she planned to do once her time was up and
the kid was born. In her head she wanted nothing more than to squat, drop, and
run. Leave it all behind and pretend it never happened, move on with her life.
But she couldn�t say what life had in store for her, so she could never
foretell what she would and wouldn�t do. Right now it was best to take it one
day at a time. She would deal when it was time to deal.

And those
were the last thoughts to slip through her head before the rusted, jagged edge
of a dagger was rudely shoved against her jugular.

�Don�t even breath.�

Fuu
instantly froze, she could feel the warm breath of someone panting against her
cheek as the voice hissed his command in her ear. The razor sharpness of the
blade scratched uncomfortably against her tender skin. Her own breath
quickened, her muscles tensed when an arm grabbed her from behind, hauling her
against a sturdy chest. �What do you want?� She whispered fearfully. Why did
she have to send Mugen off for water!? She wasn�t even that thirsty!

�I said-!I said��.Fuu?�

The voice
trailed off and she could feel, rather than see, his eyes on her, though in her
precarious position she was unable to turn her head to look at him. Before she
knew what was happing she was spun around and slammed against the same tree she
had thrown up behind, the dagger still at her throat. She could see the man
clearly now, and his eyes did indeed look to be scanning her over. Inspecting
her, somewhat. He was tall, lanky, and young, maybe Jin�s age. His skin was
dirty and dark, and his hair unkempt and unclean. There was a scar crossing
over his jaw, and he was missing his left eye; a bandana slanting over the
disfigurement and tying at the back of his head. His clothes were torn and
ragged with knife cuts and rips, hanging off his body like Spanish moss.

�It is you�.� He breathed reverently, the dagger
casually falling from her throat to her collarbone.

�What�re you talking about? Who are you?� She gasped,
pressing herself into the tree as far from him as physics would allow.

He almost
looked hurt by her questions and lifted a hand to touch her face worshipfully,
ignoring her flinch at his fingers skimming over her cheekbone. �Its me,
Tatsuko. Don�t you remember?�

Fuu�s eyes
grew to the size of saucers, her mouth agape. �Tatsuko!?� She squawked.

His face
visibly brightened, a haughty grin full of masculine pride taking over his
features. �I knew you couldn�t forget me.� His voice was virile and husky, his
weaponless arm wrapping around her, pulling her to him. There was an unfamiliar
roundness pressing against his hips, drawing his attention down between them.
�What the hell?�

But the
roundness pressing against his gut was nothing compared to the sharpness
digging into his back, threatening to skewer him through.

�Your little police friends want you brought in alive, but I
think I want you dead a whole lot more. Why don�t you try to sway me by
dropping your knife?�

It was
practically morbid how that vicious tone of voice that once sent dread through
her heart now made her sigh in relief. Unfortunately the relief was short lived
when the tip of the rusted rapier began to dig and jab into her neck again.

�They�re going to kill me anyway so what�s the difference?
Besides, I like my plan much better.� Tatsuko replied, gazing at the smaller
girl in his arms.

�And what would that be?� Mugen�s fists worked at the hilt
of his sword, heatedly watching the tip of the knife dip and dent into the
vital area of Fuu�s skin.

�You getting that thing out of my back before I slit her
fucking throat.� Fuu winced when the dagger was pushed deeper into her jugular
to punctuate his point.

Gritting
his teeth, Mugen tensed, but finally stepped back from the other man, giving
him enough room to spin around to face him, Fuu and knife in hand.

Slender
fingers shot up to grip the forearm of the hand currently holding the dagger to
her trachea. Fuu swallowed the nervous lump in her throat, carefully walking
backwards with him as Tatsuko slowly backed away from the pirate.

Mugen kept
his eyes on him, examining him, skimming over for any weak point, any opening.
He was going to rip this bastard�s innards out and make him slurp them down
like noodles before he was through with him. His attention finally settled on a
spot over the other man�s shoulder, a malicious grin working its way over his
features. �So what�re you going to do with your master plan now?� He sneered.

�I�m going to get the hell out of here and you�re going to
back off and watch me do it.� He answered, pointedly holding the blade closer
to her esophagus.

His bite did
nothing to wipe the smirk off Mugen face. �Yeah? And how far do you think
you�re going to get?�

�Far enough.� He hissed just before his whole world went
black.

Fuu cried
out as Tatsuko suddenly went limp behind her, Mugen lunging forward, yanking her
away before the armed man had the chance to drop on top of her. Her adrenalin
raced through her veins, and she was breathing heavily when she turned to see
Jin standing right behind a now unconscious Tatsuko, the four men they had seen
before at his back.

�Well that�s not very far.� Mugen remarked, musing at the
motionless body.

�Is his neck broken?� One of the men questioned, moving over
to kneel near their captive.

�No, he is only unconscious.� Jin replied, stepping back,
allowing the others to come and bind up the cataleptic young man, tying his
hands behind his back and slinging a noose-like robe around his neck.

�Do you have to tie him up? I mean, look at him! How much of
a fight can he put up?� Fuu exclaimed.

A few of
the men glanced up at her from their position, as if noticing her for the first
time. �We�ve been hunting this one down for little over a year. We�re not going
to risk jeopardizing anything.� One answered before going back to his work,
heaving the wiry criminal, with the help of his companions, onto a horse.

�What do you care if he�s tied or not?� Mugen commented.

�I�m just saying. I don�t see what good it does.� It was
eerie to see him now. She could feel her skin crawl to see what had become of
him. But somehow, she�d known something like this would be the only future
someone like Tatsuko would be capable of attaining.

Mugen
grunted, his eyes skimming her over. �What is it with you and getting attached
to guys who try to kill you?�

�I have been told that they have a map at their base that
could be of some use to us.� Jin informed, moving over to them.

�So we�ve got to follow them back? Is that what your saying?
How many fucking detours are we going to take? I�m getting sick of this.� Mugen
griped but began to walk with Jin after the other guards none the less.

Well, she
got what she wanted. Fuu rubbed her hands up and down her arms comfortingly;
her attention straying to the soiled shirt still strewn a few feet away from
the tree she�d been held up against. Picking it up, it dripped with odorous
bile but she hardly noticed and wrung it out, folding it to her chest. It was
like her body was on autopilot and her mind millions of miles away. What was
going to happen? Should she try to speak with Tatsuko? Why would she, now of
all times?

�What�re you standing there for? Lets go!� Mugen called back
at her. �You�re precious town is waiting!� He jeered.

Fuu nodded
dispassionately, moving on the path they were taking but making no effort to
keep up. �He wouldn�t have killed me.� She whispered, more to herself than
aloud. Yes they were going to another village, she would be able to eat, bathe,
and if they earned enough money, sleep in an actual room.

She had
gotten what she wanted. It just wasn�t what she expected.

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They were
going to kill him. Fuu hadn�t moved from her spot directly outside the
jailhouse since she finally managed to coerce Mugen into leaving her alone for
the day and taking the body-guarding job. She stood there, still holding the
vomit soaked shirt in her arms as if she didn�t even notice it. He was
sentenced to death, effective tomorrow morning.

�Go talk
to him, Fuu.� Her mind urged her. But what was she supposed to say to him?
They�d never involved themselves in an actual conversation with one another
before. In all reality, his name was practically the only thing she knew about
him. He was the first boy she�d seen unclothed. She�d let him touch her chest,
she impaled herself on his hardness, she let him climax inside of her, and yet
she didn�t know his favorite color. She didn�t know which season he liked best,
or any of his hobbies other than pick-pocketing and stealing. She knew nothing
of his past, his parents, or if he had any siblings. She didn�t even know what
he had done to gain the death sentence, though she could certainly imagine.

They�d been
chasing him for more than a year. She doubted they would be treating him with
home-style hospitality now that they�d caught him. Then again, he wasn�t
exactly the poster child of piety and goodness himself. Judging by what she
remembered of him she was sure if this was the sentence he was given it was
more than likely the sentence he deserved.

But as much
as she hated to admit it, he was a part of her life. He was a part of her
childhood. The only remaining part she knew of. She hadn�t any friends back
then, so committed to taking care of her mother and keeping what was left of
her little family afloat she was never left with any time to make them. She
wasn�t going to kid herself and say she liked Tatsuko. She didn�t. He
was a bully, a thief, and an ungrateful cad that would sooner run a knife
through your heart than look at you. And she involved herself with him.

She�d
unknowingly turned a small part of herself over to him. At the time she was too
young to know what that actually meant. And now she knew. At first she thought
it funny that she had never forgotten him whereas she couldn�t even remember
her boss of three years� name. It was funny that she could remember someone she
didn�t even like just as well as she could remember her mother, father, and
almost groom. It was funny that she still occasionally compared other men to
him, of course the comparisons where always the negative ones involving how
much better the other man was to him, but still.

In doing
what she did she�d ensured that she would always have his memory with her. She
would always remember how she was feeling that day, that moment, in the rice
field. How angry, curious, and excited she had been. There was no love, there
wasn�t even like. But there it was. And there it always would be. In her mind
and with her forever. And what really was there left to say? Everything that
needed to be said was pretty much said in that alley way.

---flashback---

�You don�t get it do you!? I
have to leave tonight, and I�m taking you with me, Fuu!� He growled at her,
gripping her shoulders, giving her a hard shake. She could hear a bit of
pleading in his angry, desperate voice, but no pity chord in her heart was
struck for the grave he�d dug himself into.

A tapered
eyebrow rose in disbelief at his urgent proposal. �Have you lost your mind,
completely? I�m not leaving my life, my job, my mother here just to go
running off to starve with you.� Fuu scoffed, shoving him away from her.

For a moment he let himself be pushed back, standing
there and staring at her incredulously, as though Tatsuko truly didn�t think
she would refuse him when he needed her most. Then he became cold, an icy fury
working its way into his face.

Fuu
squeaked in surprise when he grabbed her harshly, jerking her to him and
getting in her face. �I�ll tell her everything, Fuu. If you don�t meet me here
tonight I�ll come to you precious little home and tell your mother everything.�
He threatened.

---end flashback---

She wasn�t
stupid. She�d known he would never hurt her. So she left him there and never
saw him again until now. Fuu never once regretted her decision, but at this
moment she knew how right it had been. Fuu wondered if she�d gone with him if
she would be kneeling right there next to him on that death podium
tomorrow.

He looked
different than when she last saw him. He was taller, more worn and rugged
looking, and he�d lost his eye probably in one scuffle or another he somehow
managed to get himself into. More than likely he had finally met a man that
could put him in his place. Fuu sighed nostalgically. In a way, to her, he
would always be the tall, older boy with the dark skin and the dirty, calloused
hands. The boy who stole women�s market money, the boy who beat up the other
boys for fun, the boy she knew would never amount to much. She knew he was
nothing more than a runaway carriage, fast and furious and soon to crash. She
was just glad she�d gotten off when she did. Her mother told her often enough
that boys like that were not for girls like her. Boys of his kind should stick
with their own. Fuu was meant for better, her mother would tell her. And she
was glad Tatsuko never confessed to her what had gone one between them.

Now,
though, he would never get the chance to tell anybody. She felt a chill
go through her, peppering her skin with goose-pimples. He was the last link to
her past, the last link to her other life. A life where her mother still kissed
her cheek every morning, a life where she still dealt with annoying customers
at the local teashop, a life that seemed simpler in comparison. And tomorrow
that link would be severed. It sent a disturbing tingle straight to her stomach
every time.

�What are you doing?�

Fuu jerked
out of her reverie, twisting around to look at him when he came up behind her.
She hadn�t even heard his approach. �Nothing.�

�You have been standing here for a very long time.�

�Why, were you watching me?� Fuu remarked, half joking.

The
samurai�s attention went to the jailhouse as well, probably trying to see what
it was that fixated her so. �Yes.�

She wasn�t
sure how to respond to the blatant admission, so she simply resumed her task of
watching the prison before her. The silence stretched out for longer than she
would prefer, but she didn�t know what to say, and Jin didn�t appear to mind
the endless oblivion of stillness. She wondered if he could read her, if he�d
made some sort of connection between her and Tatsuko. She was grateful when he
finally decided to break the quiet.

�Did you know him?� He queried coolly.

His
question caught her off guard and her gaze flickered to him, slightly nervous.
�Why?�

�When we were taking him back he mentioned your name while
he was still unconscious.� His said staring ahead.

�Oh.� What was she supposed to say? She didn�t dare tell him
the truth. Why couldn�t he ever quiz her about the good things she did in her
life? She would love to tell him all about that. �I did know him, just not much
about him, I guess.� She answered truthfully.

�I see.� Jin nodded.

Again it
seemed the entire town was hushed and all noise drained from the area. The two
stood together, staring at the jailhouse and Fuu accepted the quiet between them.
She was grateful he didn�t inquire more about her relationship to Tatsuko, she
wasn�t so sure she could continue to give him such honest answers. She usually
didn�t give such confessions regarding things she wasn�t exactly proud of.

�Do you want us to break him out?�

Fuu started
at that, her eyes going to him to see if he had gone insane but he didn�t even
look at her, his focus remaining on the prison like he�d said nothing out of
the ordinary. A sad little smile lifted her lips and she too turned back to the
jail. He wasn�t joking, he really would help Tatsuko escape if she asked him
to. And she didn�t delude herself into thinking there would be an �us� doing
the breaking out. Mugen would never help. Gazing at the holding area she could
see bars lining some of the windows. Tatsuko was more than likely in a deeper
cell, something in the cellar probably. Something small, deep, dark, and dank.
She mused at what he would do once he was out, and Jin would get him
out. The samurai left no task half completed. And how long would it be until
all their efforts were made in vain and he ended up right back where he
started. �No.� She all but whispered. �No, don�t do that.� Tatsuko lived his
life for himself, and apparently he would end it that way too. She wasn�t going
to pretend this was all one big misunderstanding and he was given such a grave
sentence simply because nobody liked him. No, he hadn�t changed, and he would
have had to pay for his misdeeds one day or another.

She felt
Jin nod at her request. �I take it your shift is over?� She asked and again
received a curt �Hn� in response. �Have you found a place to sleep?�

�Yes. I�ve also purchased another map, though it is a map
one of the guards recommended himself.� He replied.

�Good idea.� She chuckled at their recent misadventures with
a map of a more questionable quality. �Well, if you�re all set then I should
probably be going. I lost track of time and I still have to clean this up.� She
said holding up the reeking haori. �But we�ll meet back here tomorrow, right?�

Jin nodded
in affirmation still not moving his attention from the building before him.

Fuu smiled
at him acceptingly, motioning to be on her way. �Good night, then.� She replied
beginning to make her way back to where she and Mugen parted.

�I would like to apologize.�

Her feet
stopped in their tracks and Fuu pivoted to look at him, puzzled. �What?�

�There has been ill-will between us, and I believe my words
to be cause of it. And for that I apologize.� He answered, now facing her.

�What are you talking about?� She asked confusedly.

�You came searching for me only out of concern, and in
return I called you childish. I am sorry.�

�Oh, that.� She fidgeted now uneasy with the topic,
remembering that day in the forest. Yes, there had been some bad blood between
them since. But she�d let it slip her mind in light of recent events.

�My reaction was inappropriate and I ask your forgiveness.�
He requested calmly and coolly.

Fuu shook
her head negatively. �No, I came on too strong. I understand why you said what
you did.� She admitted uncomfortably.

�When you found me, I was not in the most collected states
of mind. Because of this I believe some words came out more severe than they
were meant.� He explained.

Her eyes
met his for the first time in a long time and she was reassured by the
sincerity she saw there. �Well, thank you for telling me. And I forgive you.�
She smiled. �But, I meant what I said back then; and I understand that
nothing�s ever going to come of it. So its ok.� She said a smile still at her
lips though her eyes had taken on a sadder hue. Jin said nothing and she
shuffled about awkwardly. �I do have to go, though, and you should get some
rest. Goodnight, Jin.� Fuu gave him a final wave before rounding on her heel
and taking a short cut to where Mugen would surely be getting off his job.

Unwashed
haori in hand she never saw the samurai�s eyes follow her steadily into the
night.

----------------------------------------------------------

It didn�t
take her long to arrive at the feudal lord�s house. The home wasn�t that far
from the village itself but the farm and fields behind it stretched for miles.
This one family could very well own most, if not all, of the town land itself.
Her eyes scanned around the vast estate, hoping to find a rain barrel she could
snag and dunk the odorous shirt in. Strolling around the home she eyed the
construction and decorations. It vaguely reminded her of Muharu�s house. She
was curious to what bride he was given after her dismissal. Her mother
commented on it once, �Probably some dull, lifeless thing� she remarked
flippantly, �They have traded a prized swan for a headless chicken� she mocked,
pinching little Fuu�s cheeks lovingly.

�I thought we were going to meet back at the guard base?�

Fuu looked
over her shoulder to see Mugen standing a little ways behind her, obviously
recently exiting the home himself. He looked tired but was trying not to show
it, though she could see the lines around his eyes deepened with fatigue. �I
thought it�d be easier if I just met you here.� She replied.

The pirate
yawned, either accepting her answer or deciding it simply wasn�t worth
questioning over. �Fine, lets go then.� He said wrapping a hand around her
wrist.

�Do you think they have a rain barrel anywhere that I could
borrow?� She asked, letting him pull her along as he tracked through the field
behind the home.

�What for?� He yawned again, and his pace was sluggish and
lazy.

�I thought I�d clean this up a bit.� She said raising the
shirt in her arms. �I can�t believe you went to work practically half naked.�

�I was dressed.� He protested. �I can�t believe you�ve been
walking around with that shit-rag all day.�

Fuu scowled
at him, wanting to yank her hand away but knowing it wasn�t worth the fight.
�Instead of making fun of me you should be thanking me, you ingrate.� She bit
out.

Mugen
snorted obnoxiously and chuckled. �I got enough money for food tomorrow, but-�

�But not enough for a room.� Fuu finished with a sigh of
disappointment. It was always one or the other, never both.

�Can�t always get what you want.� Mugen observed.

�Of course not.� She countered bitterly. �Where are we going
anyway?� She inquired curiously, coughing when a stray piece of sugar cane
batted into her mouth.

�I found a place or us to stay.� He responded brushing
flailing canes and overgrown wheat-grass out of the way.

�Where-oh.� It was then that a large barn came into view
over the field. �Won�t they notice?�

�This place is too far behind their house to go to
regularly. Plus they�re all too fucking lazy to do a chore like this.� He
retorted.

�Hey, they have a rain barrel!� Fuu exclaimed rushing up to
the side of the barn, and sure enough the large cask was almost full to the lid
with clear water.

Walking up
to the front, Mugen pushed the doors open, glad for the little resistance they
gave against the grass.

�Mugen, think we can get this inside?� She asked, examining
her reflection in the water.

� �We�? You mean can I drag that thing in here?� Mugen
corrected moving over to the tub.

�It sounded a lot nicer the way I said it.� Fuu
retorted as Mugen grunted, hefting the wide container up and hauling it into
the barn.

She
followed him into the hangar, frowning when he dropped the barrel in the middle
of the room, water sloshing off the sides of it. �Watch it! You�re gonna spill
it!� She scolded hurrying over to make sure not too much had slipped out.

�I can haul it back out there if you think you can get off
your ass and do it better.� Mugen snapped.

�Why don�t you just go to sleep if you going to be all
moody.� She remarked testily, dipping the smelling haori in the water.

�Me!? You�re the one who�s been flying of the handle every
five minutes for no fucking reason!� He exclaimed.

Abruptly throwing
her hands up in the air, Fuu gave a dramatic sigh. �Fine! You did an awesome
job, thank you, Mugen, for bringing the tub in here so I can clean your
clothes!�

�Whatever.� Mugen grumbled, throwing himself exhaustedly
into the hay.

Shaking her
head at his trigger temper, she let it go and continued to wring the filth out
of the shirt. Sometimes she wished there was sort of �stop� lever she could
pull on him. If there was one stupid thing or another they would somehow find a
way to fight over it, no subject was too small or too pointless.

�Did you know they�re giving that guy death?� He drawled
sleepily.

Her eyes
flitted to him for a moment, he was laying back in the hay, one hand resting on
his stomach while the other was strewn carelessly over his eyes. It was a
wonder he didn�t pass out the minute his back touched the ground. �I heard.�

His chest
rumbled with an amused chuckle. �He�s got a nice track record on him. Theft,
assault, rape, murder, sodomy, and a whole lot of others I can�t remember.�

Tensing
uncomfortably, her hands fisted in and out of the water. It seemed she was
right yet again. So why didn�t that make it any easier? �Can we not talk about
this?�

Mugen idly
lifted his elbow, peeking out from underneath his arm at her. �What�s your
problem?�

�I don�t want to talk about it, okay?� She added irritably.

Deciding
not to push the subject he merely eyed her suspiciously. He�d gotten there soon
enough and was sure the guy hadn�t done anything to her. Not anything to get
her so worked up over. His train of thought stopped at muffled noises coming
from outside.

�I don�t think I can get this much cleaner.� Fuu stated,
holding the dripping haori up for inspection.

�Sshh!� Mugen hushed, holding his hand up, signaling her to
remain quiet.

She didn�t
argue, instead decide to be still and listen for whatever it was he heard. The
noise came again, this time louder and she froze in panic, eyes wide and
staring at the doors like they were going to burst open any minute.

Carefully
moving himself into a crouched position he motioned for Fuu to come, grabbing
her when she drew near enough and sneaking quickly over to one of the ladders
leading to the hay rafters above.
�C�mon.� He instructed, his voice almost inaudiable, his hand on her
backside pushing her up the steps.

Fuu climbed
quickly and cautiously, pulling herself onto the rafters, Mugen at her
heels. Hay, grass, and compacted
haystacks littered the wooden ledges, taking up most of the space. The voices
outside became clearer and Fuu dove behind one of the bigger walls of hay,
tugging Mugen with her just as the doors opened. The sound of footsteps and
clopping hooves reverberated off the walls, followed by the clicking of a
locked stall.

�Naughty animal, I should have left you for the wolves.�
Came a feminine voice.

Peeking
over the edge, Fuu watched a servant girl with braided hair lead a large, dark
colored yak into one of the pens, taking the rope from its neck and shutting
the door after it. She appeared to see nothing amiss as she hung up the leash
and left, re-closing the barn opening behind her.

Fuu exhaled
sharply, her body going lax with relief. �Maybe we should stay up here. It
might be safer in case somebody gets up before us in the morning.� She advised,
crawling out of their hiding space. The rafters were very close to the ceiling,
which made it too difficult to try standing up.

Finding the
ladder again she placed the soaked shirt on the edge, hanging it to dry for
tomorrow. A light pitter pattering against the roof announced the beginning of
a storm coming. She felt bad for the servant who had to walk back in it and
hoped Jin found better shelter than camping outside. Reaching up, she tugged
out her chopsticks and pins, tucking them in her robes for safe keeping.

Mugen
shrugged out of his red outer shirt, throwing it carelessly behind him. He
lazily scratched at his chest before letting himself fall back into the hay and
wheat, rolling onto his back and making himself at home.

She ran a
hand through her tousled locks, leaning back against the wall to listen to the
rain. It was relaxing, like a rocking chair gently swaying you to sleep. This
must be the calm before the storm everyone was always warning about. �Mugen?�

The pirate
grunted, shifting about trying to find a snug position. �Hn? What?� He grumbled
tiredly.

Indolently
twisting a piece of hair around her pinky finger she pondered at the unease
coming into her gut. �Do you think the Shogunate will ever catch you? Or if
you�ll ever be taken back to prison?� She whispered softly.

His eyes
opened at this and he looked at her fixedly through his narrowed gaze.

Fuu glanced
away awkwardly at his stare. �I�m just saying, your bounty�s probably pretty
high by now.� She rambled.

Mugen
chuckled, raising a scarred eyebrow at her. �Why? You gonna turn me in?� He
jeered.

She laughed
amusedly, the mood lightening. �I wasn�t going to. But I should. I
definitely wouldn�t turn down that kind of money.�

Relaxing
back into his bedding he snorted humorously. �Yeah, I bet.�

Rubbing a
kink out of her shoulder, she was still giggling slightly, watching him out of
her peripheral vision. What would happen if he were caught? He had been caught
before so it wasn�t like he was invincible. Was he destined for the chopping
block like Tatsuko? Both men were idiots that lived recklessly, so how much
longer until they died recklessly too? For Tatsuko it was tomorrow, when would
it be for Mugen?

He started
at the sudden weight settling onto his stomach. Glimpsing down, Mugen found a
head of chocolate hair splayed across his torso, Fuu using his abdomen as a
pillow while the rest of her body nestled itself in the hay to the side of him.
�They wouldn�t just put you in prison this time, you know.� She murmured.

�What the hell�s bringing all this on?� He questioned,
unsure of what to do with her new attention. She hadn�t willingly touched him
this intimately since their twisted fuck-and-go relationship ended shortly
after Mukuro tried to kill him.

She
breathed sadly at the strange regret weighing her down. �I don�t know. All this
death is depressing, I guess.�

�What�s �all this death�? One asshole is being
executed tomorrow.� He balked.

�Because he had people after him, Mugen! You and Jin are
doing the same thing, you don�t think you�re going to get caught someday?� Fuu
retorted.

�Well you can calm down because I�d have killed Jin before
anyone got to the bounty on his head.�

Fuu rolled
her eyes. �I�m serious.�

�Me too.� Mugen countered.

�And you? What happens to you? You don�t think somebody will
come after you too?�

�What do I care? Its their grave.� He groused, shifting his
shoulder away from an upturned nail poking into him.

�Maybe now, but they�re going to keep sending stronger
assassins. What happens when they finally send one that�s too strong?� She
pressed, looking up at him.

�Then I�ll get stronger too, stop asking stupid questions.�
He yawned, throwing his arm back over his eyes.

She sighed
and laid back down on his stomach, accepting his answer for now. Maybe he was
right. It was dumb to compare him to Tatsuko. Mugen wouldn�t have let himself
get caught like that. Granted he was no genius mastermind but his instincts had
served him well so far. Perhaps they would serve him for a little longer.

�Besides, if I ever did get caught I�d be taking your ass
down with me. So we don�t even have to worry about that.� He added exhaustedly.

----------------------------------------------------------

In the
morning they snuck back out of the barn, though Mugen decided to be hard to
wake for once. They traveled back to the front of the jailhouse were Fuu told
him they were to meet Jin. Upon arrival she stopped, frozen in her tracks at
the podium moved in front of the jail. She lipped her lips anxiously, her
throat promptly going desert dry. �Where�s Jin? Its time to go.� She urged.

Mugen threw
a sidelong glance at her. She certainly seemed antsy this morning. He yawned,
stretching his shoulders out, still trying to wake up. He would have to remember
to pick up some food on their way out.

A crowd was
beginning to gather around them and Fuu was becoming strangely claustrophobic.
Growling frustratedly, she hopped up to see over heads when she caught a
glimmer of navy robes and inky hair. �Is that him?� She exclaimed, tugging at
Mugen�s sleeve to get his attention.

�Hm?� Mugen started, seeing what she wanted and following
her eagerly pointing finger over the crowd. �Yeah, that�s fish face.� He
clarified, going back to picking at the wax in his ear.

�JIN!! Over here!� She called, waving her hands wildly.

Rolling his
eyes, he sent her resentful glare. �Knock it off, you�re not his fucking
fan-dancer.� He bit out.

�Mind your own business.� She retaliated, though stopping
her flapping around once she saw that Jin noticed where they were. �Ok, he�s
coming over.�

�No kidding.� He replied cynically.

Fuu ignored
his childish grudges and silently hurried Jin along, faster towards them.
�letsgoletsoletsgo.� She chanted under her breath.

�What?� Mugen asked, not hearing her.

The sudden
beating of drums cut off her mantra and she felt her heart turn to ice. Her
breath quickened and her palms grew wet and clammy. Everyone turned to the
stand, their attention on the thudding sound of percussion. �Dum..Dum..Dum..�
Fuu could hear it blaring in her ears as if there were a million of them.
The whole town was devoid of sound and the only thing that could be heard now
was that terrible beating; like a giant pulse. Turning slowly away from Jin
she, too, looked to the platform.

Several
guards were leading a man with ropes up the steps and onto the stand. She
didn�t want to look in the first place and now she couldn�t turn away. The
drumming thumped in time with her heart, so much so that she almost thought it
were her heart beating so loudly and not the maniacal instruments. As they lead
Tatsuko to kneel on the stage she began to sweat in rivets. He looked bloody,
beaten, and battered. His missing eye no longer covered, the socket bare and
naked to the air, his only good eye was now blackened and badly swollen, blood
dripped from random cuts on his body and head, mixing with the dirt and sweat
on his skin. His hands were tied at the wrist behind his back and blood crusted
around the rope.

There
wasn�t a sound in the crowd, no one could speak, no one could breath, just the
steady pounding of the drums. �Dum...Dum...Dum��, unstoppable and
relentless. Fuu�s lungs refused to work and there appeared to be no air left in
the world. What was she supposed to do!? What could she do?! He did this to
himself! There was nothing she could do to stop it!

Then why
did she feel like her intestines were twisting themselves into bows and knots?
A man, she could only guess to be the executioner, came onto the stage behind Tatsuko,
sharpened sword firm in hand. Tatsuko finally raised his head, cringing with
the effor, and glanced into the crowd.

And their
eyes met instantly. Fuu�s lip quivered and her hands wouldn�t stop shaking as
he stared at her. He looked like he wanted to call out to her but thought
better of it at the last second, instead straightening his spine and lifting
his chin in defiance. No mercy pleas, no tears, no screams of terror at what he
knew was going to happen. Her heart dropped to her feet, watching the
executioner come closer. �Dum�Dum�Dum��

---flashback---

Tatsuko came ambling through the
doorway with no money to pay. This time her eyes followed him with something
other than annoyance and exasperation. They strayed to him when she knew her
mother wasn�t looking, this man, this boy that her father would never approve
of. This boy that her father would supposedly turn over in his grave were she
ever to associate herself with.

---end flashback---

No!
There was no reason for her to feel like this! He was nothing but a pathetic
bully and thug then and he hadn�t changed at all! He�d gotten himself
into this! He deserved this for what he�d done! Why was it so quiet? Why wasn�t
anybody talking? Would they stop it with that stupid drumming! The ruthless beating
sucked all the oxygen out of the area, making it hard to breath, hard to think!
Bile rose in her belly, her eyes going wider when the swordsman stopped behind
Tatsuko. �Dum�Dum�Dum��

---flashback---

Dirty, calloused hands rose,
gently moving over the flatness of her chest, taking her attention away from
the swaying gold of the pasture. For the first time, Fuu actually observed his
face. It was as bronze as the rest of his skin�

---end flashback---

The
executioner gripped the hilt, raising his arms. Fuu�s eyes followed the sword
up into the air with a sense of horror and morbid fascination. This criminal
was nothing more than a boy! A stupid little boy! He�d come into her teahouse,
he�d known her mother, he�d beaten up the other village boys! She didn�t like
him but he was the minute stain on her life, ugly and shameful but there, and
cutting it out meant cutting into that life as well. Why was she feeling like
this, she shouldn�t, there was no reason, but Kami, THAT STUPID DRUM! �Dum�Dum�Dum�
Fuu clenched her eyes shut impossibly tight as the sword came down, cutting
through the air like butter.

---flashback---

�I�ve never had a woman on top before, I like it. I like
you.� He confessed, watching her with worship in his eyes.

�You don�t get it do you!? I have to leave tonight, and
I�m taking you with me, Fuu!� He growled, gripping her shoulders, giving her a
hard shake.

�Why�d you stop?� He breathed out, his voice husky and
virile.

---end flashback---

*SSHHLINKK!*

�Dum�Dum.�

A heavy,
sickening thud followed the slick sound of steel slicing through muscle, skin,
and bone. The drumming stopped, something in her was severed, all at once the
air flooded back into the world, and everyone regained their ability to move
and speak. She opened her eyes and it seemed Fuu was the only one still left
unable to breath. Her eyes stayed on the dirt ground, unable to move to
anything else for fear of looking ahead. And that was simply not an option.

People
shifted and moved by her, the spectacle over and now uninteresting. Fuu
swallowed the bile back down to her stomach, her lip still trembling. People
were talking, moving, gossiping, and yet all she could hear was a horrible
silence. The drums stopped and left a hushed quiet in her ears.

�I spent my money on supplies. Save your wages until we need
more food.�

She hadn�t
even noticed Jin�s approach until he began speaking to Mugen. She instantly
whipped around, turning to her companions and keeping her back to the stage.
This whole village felt unclean and left her with an ugly taste in her mouth.

�I bet its pretty damn easy to spend that money when you
still owe me a ryu, asshole.� Mugen commented.

�I do no-�

�Jin, have you looked at the map? Do you know where we�re
supposed to go next?� Fuu interrupted.

The samurai
stopped at her curious outburst before giving a curt nod. �Yes-�

�Then lets go!� She growled, snatching their sleeves
and yanking them along, out of the town.

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