Disclaimer: I don't own Samurai Champloo.
Mugen was shrouded in white light and felt as if he were floating. Figures cloaked in black surrounded him, and it was so quiet that it almost felt loud. He saw them staring at him, judging him.
Prepared to take him to hell.
"Not yet," he rasped, his fists clenching at his sides. "I promised..." he said, his voice dying out. They did not listen, raising their staffs above their heads and-
"Dammit!" The man screamed, eyes flashing wildly. Mugen jumped out of bed, immediately regretting it. Stabbing pain spread through his torso, and he snarled in response. His last battled had cost him greatly, severe injuries adorning his body. Not that he cared. Plopping down to the ground, he scoffed in annoyance. Observing his surrounding, he noticed-with great disdain- that both Fuu and four-eyes were gone.
"Tch, fuck that brat," Mugen muttered, slipping back into bed. He might as well get some rest before she and that annoying asshole came back. Her voice would just grate on his ears anyway, he justified, stuffing his pinky into his nose. Mugen closed his eyes.
He heard the door slide open. "Mugen!" Fuu called out. A small smirk played out on the pirate's lips. When Fuu got closer, he'd scare the shit out that little bitch.
Seeing that his eyes were closed, Fuu decided that she would lower her voice. "Sorry, I didn't think you'd still be sleeping," she huffed, sliding the door shut. "Y'know, Jin," Mugen's brows furrowed in displeasure when she mentioned his name "...recovered really fast this time. He went to earn some money. Jin's so dependable, unlike you," she said in an accusatory tone.
Mugen was about to get up and strangle that dumb girl, but she shuffled closer to him, sitting at his bedside. He almost cursed in excitement. He'd just leap out and give it to that girl good-
"Why are you so reckless?" he heard her whisper. Fuu clenched her kimono. "Why don't you value your life more?" she asked him. "If you die, I don't know what I'd do!" She tried to stifle her sobs, biting down on her bottom lip.
Mugen felt liquid trickling down his face. Sweat? No, they were tears. Fuu's tears. He nearly smirked in pain. Why would that girly cry for him? It was no use; he didn't care. He felt something tickle his face.
Leaning down over him, her hair caressing his face, Fuu mumbled, "You're such a bad person. I don't know why I deal with you." Her words ignited an angry fire within Mugen. That was it; he was going to kill her this time.
He missed his chance when he felt her lips press against his.
It couldn't really be counted as a kiss, he told himself. Her lips had just touched the corner of his mouth. It had been over as quickly as it had started; kisses didn't last only one second.
Fuu giggled. "Let's keep that a secret between you and me!" she chirped, standing up and brushing the dirt off her clothes. "Let's see, I think I'll go see where Jin is at." She quietly exited the room.
Mugen reached up and touched his lips, replaying the moment over and over again. He could still feel it, her lips innocently brushing his. Mugen scowled.
"That little bitch."
I have been so obsessed with this show recently, more than what is healthy, that's for sure. Mugen is my absolute favorite character in the world.