Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own Samurai Champloo. I don't even own the DVD; I "borrowed" it from my brother's friend. Indefinitely.

Notes: This is my first Samurai Champloo fanfic, and I decided to start it off with a bang. Hope you like! Please review I need constructive criticism.

Chapter One

"Mugen!"

It was nothing unusual for her to scream his name, it happened all the time when she got into trouble, which was often. But this time it was different. This time it was drawn out in ecstasy. He loved the way his name sounded coming from her sweet lips. He loved the way she writhed beneath him. And, God, how he loved the way she dug her fingers into his mass of unruly hair drawing him closer.

She gasped, arching her back, and a slow smile spread across his wild features. He wanted to tell her these things; he wanted to tell her how happy it made him to make her happy. But he didn't. Instead he let out a low grunt and rolled off her and onto his back. She let go of his hair reluctantly, her breathing labored. He listened to her let out an enraptured sigh as he placed his entwined fingers behind his head.

"Mugen?" she asked, when she had calmed.

"Mhm." He replied his eyes closed nonchalantly.

"You're not just going to go to sleep right now are you…?"

"Mhm."

"You jerk." She breathed this out only half-heartedly.

A grin spread across his face as turned on his side to face her. He let his tanned fingers play across her pale, flat stomach. He flattened his palm against her flesh enjoying the soft quiver that erupted under his hand. He pulled himself up onto one bony elbow, keeping his hand on her skin, and gently placed his lips on hers.

"Mugen…" her lips moved beneath his.

"What." His hand moved upward from her stomach.

"Do you ever think…you know…that maybe we should have looked for Jin?"

"Shit…you're thinking about him right now?" He pulled away, his gray eyes becoming stormy. He stood, searching for his clothing on the tatami mats.

Fuu propped herself on her elbows and reached for her kimono. She turned just in time to see the ex-pirate pull his gi top over his head. "I just…you know. Feel guilty about not looking for him after we met up. You've never thought about him?"

"I make it a rule not to think about other guys when I'm screwing a girl." He said. He was angry, and though he refused to admit it his pride had been hurt.

Fuu persisted, ignoring the remark. "Don't you think we should go looking for him?" She tied the sash on her obi and rose from the futon. She was pulling her hair back into the usual knot and securing it with her sticks, as she watched him slip into his haori and adjust his sword's position.

"Where the hell do you suggest we look first? He could be anywhere for all you know."

Tears sparkled at her eyes and clung to her lashes. 'Oh, God, don't let her cry' was all Mugen could think. He hated it when she cried, almost as much as when she nagged. His face contorted between a smirk and a look of panic, making her suddenly glare and sniff. Why did she care so much about dojo-boy anyway? He was probably better off than they were. But it wouldn't hurt to find out, right?

"Fine. We'll look for him." He said roughly, scratching the stubble on his chin "Maybe he'll actually have some money."