1.
They died young.
It wasn't a surprise, really. He was a swordsman from Ryukyu and a criminal to boot, she was a ninja working for the shogun, busting criminal rings and the like. Neither were averse to violence. They lived more than most, so they died sooner than most. (And they were randy as hell, but that's beside the point.)
Fuu and Jin, who buried the bodies, thought it fitting that both had died in a lusty, roaring tavern brawl. It was even more fitting that they had been rather naked, having been engaged in...energetic activities, prior to their somewhat convoluted involvement in the tavern brawl.
They buried the sword with Mugen. Yatsuha got a large wooden hammer buried with her, and the 'funeral' was quite inappropriately interrupted by frequent sniggers.
2.
"Fuck."
Yatsuha stares at the man she's supposed to assassinate. She's on an assassination mission in the first place because the universe and her superior hate her. Her partner for the job points out reasonably that they've been assigned in the first place because no one else was available at the time.
"Shut up. The universe hates me."
The man she's supposed to assassinate has racked up a kill sheet that's longer than twice her height. He has blue rings tattooed on his wrists and ankles, impossibly wild hair, and a lean, rangy body that she can recognize without thinking, even years later. He moves insolently, flinging his limbs every which way with no regard for passerby.
Fuck. Fuck.
3.
"Holy...shit."
Jin looked offended at having his word doubted. Fuu hastened to add, "Not that I don't believe you, I believe you, really, but...holy shit."
"It is somewhat difficult to believe," Jin allowed.
"Holy shit."
"Thank you, Fuu."
"Sorry, sorry. It's just...are you sure Mugen got married? To Yatsuha? The butch ninja chick?"
Jin frowned faintly. "I'm sure."
"Holy shit."
4.
This isn't a story that ends with dozens of grandchildren. Hell, there aren't even any children on the horizon. Yatsuha has her methods, which Mugen doesn't really feel like asking about.
This also isn't a story about love. The two people we're talking about prefer fucking to loving, really.
In fact, they really love to fuck, so to say.
This is a story of hot, sweaty, no-strings-attached, loud sex. Between a ninja chick and a criminal swordsman. What with all the grace and agility between the two of them, it should be a dance in bed, with passionate kissing and whispering words into skin and poetry about how beautiful everyone is all around and all that shit.
Fuck that. It's hard for Yatsuha to do any admiring of Mugen when she's blindfolded.