Mugen was in a very good mood. His geta clacked against the hard-packed dirt of the street, the wind ruffled through his thick, wild hair, and the thug he ran after was properly terrified of the crazy-eyed, grinning man who was after him with a sword. As he should be.

The ugly little man rounded a corner and darted into a side street, trying desperately to throw Mugen off his trail, but Mugen was much too quick to be given the slip. Stupid little man.

As they ran, Mugen caught a glimpse of a familiar shade of pink out of the corner of his left eye. He almost disregarded it, but then the realization hit him that beside this familiar shade of pink was a man, and an empty-looking house, and the shade of pink was being ushered inside of this empty-looking house by this man. He put on the brakes.

Fuu glared at him, and he glared back.

"You hangin' around with a skirt chaser?"

She clenched her fists, lifted her chin. "No, you idiot. For your information, he wants me to model for him."

Despite popular belief, Mugen's thought process is quite quick. At this very moment, he was considering this "artist" guy, Fuu's uncanny ability to make friends with the one person in an entire city who could put them all in the worst situation possible, the likelihood of this guy being one of them, and whether or not he really cared one way or the other. He made a few decisions.

One - this guy looked like someone who would do things that Mugen really wouldn't like. Like putting his hands in places they didn't belong. Two - why he was upset at the thought of hands in places where they shouldn't be was a mystery. Three - there was no way he could object to this without unwanted questions. Four - the guy was kinda girly-lookin. Mugen could definitely take him. Five - Mugen would deal with it later.

He glared at her for just a half-second more, considered telling her to keep her legs closed and a tight grip on her little tanto knife, but kept his mouth shut, and turned back to his prey, who had gotten a considerable lead on him.

Yeah, that guy better run. Mugen wasn't in a very good mood anymore.