Mugen's POV-the horizontal lines are for personal organization, to tell which parts go with the first chappie's flow. This chappie is technically NOT a songfic. xD

I do NOT own Samurai Champloo or any of its characters, nor do I own Boys Don't Cry.


Hey, Fuu-remember when we all met? It was at the same time, when our parents dropped us off at elementary. Ever since our first game at recess, when you won, I declared that we're rivals. We would always argue over things, everything-even the most trivial. I'd win most of the games we'd played, but when middle school came around, you were really a pain in the ass to beat-especially when you felt you needed to get your point across, which led to that asshole Jin ruining my fun. We'd always have a score to settle, you almost always won over that, and when you did, I vented on Jin. The bastard ignored me every god damn time. He'd nag me for barely passing exams, and when I tried to get back, he'd just smugly shut the fuck up.


From the second year of middle school onward, I've dated so many girls-too many to count. You'd seemingly picked more fights with me, which really pissed me off. Some of them were your friends, girls you knew, and when I cheated on them, I'd always end up in the infirmary because of you. And it hurt like a fucking bitch. It pissed me off. But even then, we were best friends. When high school rolled around, the girls immediately pooled around you-and some of the guys were giving you fucking lustful looks. Shit, I was practically burning with envy because of that. I wanted to beat the shit of of them, use their girlfriends for quickies.


On the last day of our first year, we both were just starting walk home, everyone else filing out with us-Jin had went ahead of us. I vividly remember that time.

"Mugen...?" you asked, your voice was low. You were looking away, so I couldn't see your face-not that I bothered to look. "What, Fuu?" I was angry at that time, because some bitch ditched me. "I like you a lot." That anger melted away, I nervously walked ahead. "Aww, you make me embarrassed, Fuu. I like you a lot, too."

"Really?" You said, hopefully..I vaguely noticed the stray stares of the other students, heard the small whispers.

Fuck me, that was a fucking confession and I was too fucking thick to notice. I'm sorry.

"Yup! Friends forever, Fuu?" I heard your sharp inhale, and I turned around to see you. You were desperately trying not to cry, and I said something stupid, a sorry attempt to lighten the mood. "Fuu, don't cry." Fuck, the tears, your tears. It hurt. I blurted something extremely stupid. "Boys don't cry."

And you ran. We didn't see each other that whole summer.


Four years went by in a blur, and two years after graduation, my stupid brain just had to think of you one morning. I had spent the day with my woman mentally in my own little land. That night, she suggested going to a small pub. She had the gal to leave me for the restroom just as the bar woman came up. I stared at the television screen, not really paying attention to it, but the old hag's snort kinda pissed me off, snapping me out of it.

"Woman troubles?" she said, "Ain't none of your business, hag." I retort. At the side of my vision, the way the old woman's brow ticked in an extremely familiar fashion. Now actually looking at her-no, it can't be. Fuu, that ain't you. Can't be you.

She-you-dramatically leaned over the counter to peek down the hall towards where the restroom was, and I got an eyeful. Perfect. Perfect size...would fit in my hand just right. Oh, fuck my brain.

"Looks like she's gonna take her sweet time, kid." You shrugged, setting a glass in front of me. "Might as well spit it out." And I just realize something. Oh, shit. If it's really Fuu..

I look away. Moments later, also realizing you may very well be just right that she's going to make me fucking wait, fuck it. "Booze.." I say lowly. I briefly glance at you, you cup a hand around an ear, slightly leaning towards me, with that same mocking smirk. "Can't hear ya, speak into my 'good ear'." you faked an accent, a rather stupid one. I click my tongue, annoyed, and I see amusement in your eyes as you give a soft smile. "Hmm?" you mocked, "Booze." I said clearly, "Wasn't so hard, now, was it?" and you went to the shelf just behind you.

I saw your back, the way you cocked your head just over your shoulder. Fuck me, it is you, Fuu. So many things mind-numbingly race through my brain, and I can't tell.

What am I thinking.

Fuck.

Fuu, you changed so much. God, this is awkward.

Fuck me.

I need you, I want you, I lo-

"Oi, kid. This or something else?" You snapped me out of my screwed over brain. I try-I really try to speak, but all that comes out is a stupid, measly, "...'s fine." Just fucking great. After how many years, dumb ass? I frown at anything but you. As you take my empty glass to the other end, one at a time, before bringing it back over, I mentally prepare myself to make sure I'm not some love struck fucking hallucinating asshole.

"Hey.."

"Hmm?" You pry open the bottle. "..your familiar." I pop the fucking question already-shit, it didn't sound like a fucking question. In a spur of familiar strength, you pop it open a little too hard, sending the cap flying. You don't seem to have noticed, as you were pouring my first shot. You rose your brow and said the same exact fucking thing I did. "..your familiar." And it fucking pissed me off. I was borderline disbelieving that it wasn't you, but.

"Maybe because I have an aura about me? You know, the one where your able to vent all your troubles onto?" I didn't have the energy to really fight back, so I just rolled my eyes. "An 'Aura', my ass. You don't have shit goin' for ya." You do. your tits. Fuck my brain. You have much more than just that. I drink, "Then why are you staring at my tits?" and I spit the shit out. With a mental snort, Typical Fuu. You know me, the dumb ass pervert.

It's tipping. The fucking thought is fucking tipping.

And just as I was about to say something, "Mugen!" the little bitch had to ruin my moment.

"Sounds like she wants you. Better rush in like a knight on a white horse."

"Yeah, fucking right.." I pay, and go to fetch her.


I hear the rustle of your shaggy apron, your low whisper of a voice. "Mugen, you idiot. I'm Fuu..."

I freeze in place.

"Mugen!" The fucking retard screeches, and I mechanically move towards her voice.


After a hushed argument with her, all a blur, I drag her out with me.

I sneak a glance at the bar, and your no longer there.

Fuu. I almost halt in place, but I tear myself away.


I flee the fucking scene.

I don't deserve you. The thought had crossed my mind so many god damn times, even more than the amount of women I fucked in the past.

Your too good, for a perverted bastard like me.

Oh, shit. I'm going to fucking cry. Like a mother fucking baby. Fuck me.


But, Fuu.

Dear, sweet Fuu.

I throw my head back as I walk ahead of my woman, my heart squeezing painfully tight.

Oh, how much I crave..

How much I fucking love you.

I'm sorry, Fuu.

I wish I could say that to you.


Oh dear god, this ending made me CRY LOADS. DX