Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Champloo charras...not even Jin...goes and cries in a corner

Very short one shot, FuuX?

Narrow eyes cracked open, and immediately shut themselves from the bright sunlight pouring into the room of a hut. They slowly reopened, adjusting to the bright light. He laid still for a moment, before he remembered what had occurred the previous night.

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They were leaving a restaurant, the unusual trio of Mugen, Jin, and Fuu. No sooner did they step outside than were they ambushed. Two assassins, from an unknown source, sent to kill all three. The battle raged, Mugen and Jin fighting furiously against the rather skilled men while Fuu watched in horror. Eventually, Mugen, Jin, and the two assassins fell in sync with each other; Mugen and Jin unconscious from wounds and blood loss, the assassins dead.

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He shot up and immediately winced from the cut going across his chest. His hand went to it, expecting to feel a warm sticky substance pouring from the tear, but instead felt dry bandages. His wounds were already cleaned and wrapped.

"Who..." He said quietly with a cool, almost emotionless tone. His eyes first fell upon the figure of another man sleeping on the other side of the room, also bandaged up. He then saw the figure of a woman curled in the corner. "Fuu..." The name left his mouth in barely that of whisper. 'Wait, how did she manage to drag us both here?' He thought, confusedly.

With the way those two men treated her, you would think she would have left them there. But she actually dragged them to shelter, and treated their wounds, saved their lives. 'She looks so innocent...' He though, his eyes closing halfway. 'Oblivious to everything, not a care in the world.' He soon realized the thoughts crossing his mind as the rough disposition of the man returned. 'But I hate her! She hates me! Why the hell would she help me! Why...'

A tan face turned into that of utter confusion and aggravation, then softened. "She's pretty cute when she's sleeping..." He said in a voice that hardly sounded like his. His hand went back to the bandage on his chest, a little damp from his reopened wounds, "Why..."

A/N: Mushy crap. That's what it is. xD