Hi everyone. I'm so embarassed cause this is My firts attempt to write in english. I have no beta reader so I guess I have made a lot of mistakes.

I am willing to accept any critics in this sense, and I hope to became better. And I will accept any volunteer for beta reading!

Thanks in advance to everyone who Will read this fic and will comment it.

So let's start with the fic.

When my lover sneaks in to visit me,

That I wish the clouds would hide That light just a little.

It all happened a warm May evening. The lights and noise of the street festival were entering from the open door on the road. The lanterns were hung on the trees and the street was full of stalls. Along the way to the temple, visitors flocked through the large red torii. Inside the tea house, crowded with pilgrims and travelers, the temperature was becoming unbearable. Fuu ran from table to table, taking orders and carrying trays.

It was her destiny. To be a waitress, to smile at everyone, to work hard for bringing home something to feed her children.

The three pregnancies had burdened her hips, and the sleepless nights painted wrinkles around her face. Soon her eyes were filled with that smile that had haunted more than a traveler, and more than a neighbor.

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back on the door, letting in a stranger. He didn't dressed the red haori anymore, and his shaggy hair was cut short around his head, but the heart of Fuu jumped in her chest, recognizing him immediately. She held her breath, she opened her eyes wide open, searching for the reassuring presence of tattoos on his wrists that were strangely covered by high leather bracelets.

It was her destiny. A waitress, putting her heart at rest on the fact that he was not coming back, to return sixteen whenever the man slipped his head into his life. And as always, he gave her that crooked grin, a canine that shone almost between his parted lips, as he advanced in metal steps between the tables and he stared at her with that steely gaze that made her tremble every time.

Mugen sat down at a table, lying on the wooden bench. One leg over the other, a piece of straw between his teeth, he kept his eyes fixed on her. Without even going to pick up the order, Fuu turned to go into the kitchen and came out soon after carrying the sake and dango that had slammed in front of him, unceremoniously. Mugen smiled. Fuu was angry with him, as always. And that could only please him.

"Four years that you do not show," she said, crossing his arms over his chest and putting on a pout taken from her repertoire as a teenager.

"I had nothing else to do" was the reply of the vagrant.

Fuu bit his lip, not to give in outburst in front of everyone. And before him. Without saying anything, filling her lungs with air to push out slowly, she turned back to her work.

"Wait."

Mugen's hand, squeezed in a vice on her forearm, restrained her from going on. She turned abruptly towards his face, trying to incinerate him with a glance. But he supported her look with little effort, as the silence fell around them. Fuu knew exactly what he wanted. She knew that he would not leave until he had reached his goal.

Fuu gave way early, so as not to provoke too much uproar among the alarmed customers. She had taken a step toward him, whispering a few centimeters from his face. Her nostrils were invaded by his smell. She knew him for ten years, and in ten years that mixture of leather, salt, earth and sweat was not changed.

"At the place as last time. Do you remember where it is? "

Mugen nodded, his jaw clenched while his eyes pierced her from side to side.

Fuu knew that after midnight, she would rush off to the dark alley, where he was waiting. It was certainly not the first time she ran away from her life to spend some time with him, and then wake up one day alone, to return to work as a waitress and as a mother.

It did not matter if those moments would last a year or a night.

That was her destiny. To write a hasty note to Jin, asking him to take care of children, forget for a little 'what she had become, and open her legs for Mugen in some makeshift bed. To take what he was able to give and do not ask anything in return.

It was so dismal, she knew. But perhaps, she would be lucky again, enough to come out better than she had entered.