I have no idea where this fic came from, suppose it's my genuine love of the Mugen, Jin, Fuu web thingy. I mean they are the best type of threesome and even when you split them up, no matter who they're with, they complement each other. Anyway this is either a two shot or multiple random shot. I haven't decided yet. Anyway, read and review as always guys. It helps me decide where to go next.

It was an art, eating between Jin and Mugen. You had to observe the spread carefully, sort of aim for what you wanted. Also, you had to be sure that your chopsticks were pointed at what you planned to get, because those two were tricky. Another thing that took time from the art was talking. Talking was an absolute no-no when sitting between the two samurai because they took the opportunity to take even more food.

Tonight the game was on. They had managed to scrape together some ryu when Jin saved a young woman from a potential rapist. The woman had noticed they looked a little underfed and gave them a few ryu for the night. Before the majority was spent on Jin and Mugen's splurge of booze and women, they all silently agreed to eat first. It was only right.

"Alright, bitches, it's on!"

They dove at the separate plates. Fuu went after the eel, snatching it quickly from underneath Jin. Jin 'hmmed' but accepted defeat as she shoveled the morsel into her mouth. There wasn't much time to savor her victory and she once again got back into the fray, going for some rice. Mugen growled as her chopsticks approached. He feinted but Fuu was wise to his tricks. She lifted her wrist over his and took a scoop of rice.

"Sonovabitch!"

"Haha! Yeah!"

At least, she thought she was wise to his tricks. He grabbed her by the wrist, his thumb holding her chopsticks steady. Fuu stopped breathing for a moment, looked up at his feral grey eyes. Did he know what he was doing to her? They watched each other for a moment before Mugen made his move. He pulled her hand to his mouth and ate the rice away. Fuu knew she was blushing furiously but said nothing. What could she say to that anyway?

"Mine," he murmured after gulping down the rice. He smirked as her cheeks turned an even darker magenta color. She really was that easy when it came to teasing her. It wasn't always like this at the table, some times he let her get away with her sneaky moves at the table. Sometimes, times like this, when he was fuckin' starving off his ass, he played a little more dirty. He knew that she had sort of a thing for both him and Jin, wasn't entirely sure who she liked more, but knew the feeling was there all the same. He also knew that because she was a flaming virgin, she'd blush and quiver over any little hint of flirtation.

Not that he was flirting. This was about the food.

The rest of the meal actually went by fairly decent, Fuu not eating much after that. He didn't think that he had upset her, not that he cared. Seriously it was Fuu. He glanced over at Jin who was looking at him sternly, liked he'd swiped his swords or somethin'.

"The fuck you lookin' at, fish-face?"

"Nothing," the older man murmured coldly. Mugen growled ready to fucking throw down. He'd be damned if four eyes-

"Please, don't fight. It's just food."

'Huh?'

Mugen looked over at Fuu, she looked more sad and lost than usual. What in the hell was going on?!?

"Fuck it, I'm out."

He was a fool. Never had it been more evident than now. The man was simply beneath all decent human behavior and always seemed to express this when near Fuu. Jin wasn't certain when it happened that he himself had become attached to the younger girl but he had. He knew that Mugen probably had developed a soft spot as well but the stubborn vagrant would go through hell before admitting such a thing.

And playing with Fuu in such a manner was cruel especially when he knew.

The fire crackled sharply and he and Mugen both waited. Fuu held Momo against her chest watching the flames. She was quiet, something very unusual. She usually went into a long and usually unheeded explanation of why they should cease their fighting. It was practically ritual.

She yawned, her mouth opened wide and unladylike and then she snorted a little. Jin wasn't sure why he was attracted to her either. Something she did pulled her to him, made him want to protect her, though he was absolutely certain it wasn't him she longed for.

"I'm going t' bed, night you guys."

Mugen said nothing.

"Goodnight Fuu."

"Yeah," she whispered softly. Her usually vibrant brown eyes were sad as she turned away.

He waited a good half an hour before he spoke to Mugen.

"Why did you do that to her?"

"Didn't do nothin'."

"A liar, as well as a criminal."

"Fuck you!"

Jin stood and put his hand to his sword. Mugen backed up and did the same.

"She will hear us from here. We should move farther away, have our fight there."

"A'right then, doesn't matter t' me."

'Boys were stupid' Fuu thought to herself. She didn't even have to look outside to know that they had left camp. She could hear Mugen's geta as they clopped away, she knew that Jin was following beside him silent as death.

She didn't want them to fight over her honor. She didn't want them to get out their swords and beat each other to a pulp. She just wanted them to act civilly. Well, that wasn't really true either. The truth was she wanted them to notice her, to treat her like a woman for once. Sure, she wasn't big breasted the way Mugen liked or worldly and clever, the way that Jin desired but...goddammit, she was fine the way she was!

She hoped that they wouldn't hurt each other too badly. She was beginning to think that she was getting too good at patching them up. Maybe she'd refuse, teach 'em a lesson.

"What should I do, Momo?"

'Squee' Squueak'

"Yeah, well, it doesn't matter anyway. I don't even think they care about me...well at least...Mugen doesn't."

Fat tears rolled down her cheeks and she hugged Momo close. 'Stupid idiots', she thought bitterly.

They walked back about an hour later, thoroughly exhausted and thoroughly empty. They saw the campfire had dwindled down to smoking sticks, Fuu huddled nearby. She was sitting, crying, well she was kind of blubbering honestly. They sat down beside her, the two of them while she hiccupped and snorted ungracefully.

Jin spoke first.

"We each have something that we would like to say to you. I'll wait until the two of you are finished."

He stood up once again and retreated from hearing distance.

Mugen waited until her crying lulled and she was only sniffling. He watched as she wiped her tears stubbornly with her kimono sleeve, still refusing to speak to him. Once she was done she glared up at him. He smirked in spite of himself, even when she looked like she was only seconds from deckin' him.

" 'Sup?"

"Like you care!"

"Kinda angry, huh? Not exactly attractive."

"Yeah, well, well, who cares what you think!"

"You do. Ain't that about right?"

She blushed and looked away.

"Me and Jin were talkin'. We were tryna decide what t' do about well...y'know."

"I don't know what you're talking about and...and you're just messin' with me, I know you are."

"You know I am? Girly, you are so fuckin' clueless. You don't even know."

"Know what?"

"How much you turn me on."

She raised her head to look at him, a surprised look on her face. He took the opportunity to lay a wet one on her. She didn't respond at first but he was pretty sure because well 1. she was a virgin and 2. he had definitely surpised her that time.

After awhile she began to kiss back. She wasn't an expert or anything, definitely not the best kiss he'd ever had but it was Fuu. That was enough to set his skin on fire and make his whole body ache and she didn't even know. Dense woman, ranting woman, his and Jin's woman. He pulled away from the kiss finally letting her breathe. He leaned close to her ear and pressed a soft kiss between her ear and neck. Her breath caught and she shivered deliciously, tickling his skin makin' him burn even hotter. He moved away completely and stood.

"See ya girly."

Of course the man returns with a smug grin in place. He supposed he should have told the vagrant not to molest Fuu while he had had the man's attention. However, he couldn't help his curiousity.

"Well?"

"Make your move, man, she's lisnin."

Jin nodded and made his way back to the camp. He found her there, standing, her arms around her middle, hugging herself. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright. In other words, she was all that he wanted and practically a vision. He made more noise so that she would notice his presence. It wouldn't do to startle her.

"He spoke with you?"

"Something...something like that."

"Then you know...how the two of us feel."

"I think so," she whispered catching his eyes, "but the two of you never..."

"It is not easy, not when our target is...precious."

"Me? I'm precious? But how come you guys always leave me behind or run after women or ignore me or-"

"Fuu, what could possibly hold us to you but our feelings for you? We could leave right now, if we wished," he murmured as he approached her. He inhaled deeply, letting her unique scent, her enticing scent soothe him, burn him. He let his fingers touch her cheek, let his thumb caress the smooth petals that were her lips.

"Do you know what I wish for?"

"What?"

"This," and he pressed his lips softly to hers. Gods she was sweet, divine and all that he wanted. When she kissed him back he felt his heart pound a tattoo under his skin. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his kimono pulling him closer. His tongue traced over her lips and her mouth slowly opened. He would have liked to say he could control himself, but in light of the situation he wasn't surprised that he couldn't, that he let his tongue delve into her hot sweet mouth and taste. She made a soft mewling sound that seemed to strike a nerve straight down to his groin. He moved away before he cast all semblance of control aside and took her. He looked at her flushed appearance, watched as her chest rose and fell heavily. Her lips were pink and still slightly open.

"So, you two kiss and make up yet?"

Jin turned a small smile on his face. "Not quite. Fuu has said nothing about her thoughts on all of this."

"That right?"

"Hn."

"Wait, what? I don't even know what t' say! I've never...before Mugen I've never been kissed before. I don't do this sorta thing."

"No, of course not Fuu, but that doesn't answer our question."

"We both want a piece girly, can we get some?"

Jin watched Fuu's small hands rest against her chest, she looked up at them and licked her lips slowly. He knew, without even looking that Mugen was watching her tongue. He knew this because he couldn't stop himself from looking either.

"Um, yeah, yeah you can."

Jin looked back at Mugen. He knew that the two of them were thinking along the same lines. They both faced Fuu, approaching cautiously. Mugen reached her first, his finger pulling at Fuu's obi playfully.

"Come on babe, give us a taste," and Jin watched as Mugen pulled the sash free.