Five short angsty MuFuu drabbles. I love this couple. ;; But they totally pack on the angst like a drag queen packs on make-up. 'Specially that Mugen.
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to you (By you I mean me. But I doubt it belongs to you either)
I. He imagined kissing her when she was asleep, but the next morning he knew that they would only go back to bickering, and if she even remembered she would make herself forget, because he was Mugen, who had never been loved by anyone.
II. Mugen sometimes saw her face after they parted, in the smiles of cheap women, in the skip of pretty young girls and the proud look of Samurai daughters as they avoided him on the street. He said her name once when he was kissing a prostitute. After that he stopped kissing the girls he paid for.
III. He thought about sleeping with her only once, but he could only think that afterwards she would end up crying, lying huddled in a ball. He would remember that she was only a child, and that perhaps he was still just a boy.
IV. The first book he read was a children's fairy tale. It involved a damsel in distress, a brave hero with a sword and the criminal villain bent on destroying their picture perfect happiness. Mugen knew where he fit in without being told.
V. Mugen never told her that he thought that she mattered. He didn't know if it was love, though it certainly hurt like a bitch and didn't seem to be going away any time soon.