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KuroBlack – I know! I know! The last chapter was a little short, but hopefully this one will be long enough!

Chapter 4: Blocked Out

Fuu's anger lasted a good three hours and in that time she had walked into Nagasaki, not realizing where she was headed. Her mind was too involved with her thoughts to realize that she had wondered into the less decent part of the city.

"Stupid idiot. . . ." She muttered, not knowing if she meant Mugen or herself.

She didn't even see it coming. Hands reached out and grabbed her like a cat pounces on a bird. She was so shocked that she didn't even get the chance to scream before a knife was placed to her throat.

'Again! Why does this always happen to me?'She thought, almost rolling her eyes.

She breathed in and instantly regretted it when the strong smell of sake and dirt reached her nose. She gagged and the knife was pressed against her much more firmly.

When Fuu felt the tugging on her kimono, something changed and fear filtered in. All of the sudden she was back in the sunflower field with the chain-scythe wielding brother. Her eyes went blank and her body went limp.

Mugen waited an hour before he went after her, hopefully it was enough time for her to stop being pissed at him. He strolled leisurely, his hands linking behind his head. It was later that he found himself in the a market place.

Maybe he should buy her something, he thought. . . .girls liked shit like that, right?

He found himself at a slight disadvantage, sure he had many encounters with women, but mostly it was just a quick roll in bed, he never really was a romantic. He shuddered at the thought, yuck. . . .romance.

He strolled past a fruit stand, he probably couldn't go wrong with food, with Fuu being the bottomless pit she was. He shook his head and wandered away. He then found himself at a stand selling what looked to be hair ornaments and jewelry. His eyes landed on hair comb covered in sunflowers.

"Find something you like young man?" An elderly woman said, before laying her eyes on the comb. "Oh! Looking for a gift for a young lady?" Her eyes twinkled.

"Whatever. . ." He muttered. "How much?" She told him and he paid for it.

She wrapped it in a cotton bag tied with ribbon, then smiled again, making Mugen slightly uneasy. He placed the bundle inside his shirt and stalked away, trying to look as touch as humanly possible.

It really didn't take him long to find her. He found her walking down a street in the crime ridden part of town. He rolled his eyes with slight annoyance when she was grabbed and pulled into a back alley.

'Figures,' he thought. 'kidnapped again.'

He then ran to the alley and became enraged at what he saw. Someone standing over her, pulling at the pink kimono, and slobbering all over her neck, why was she just laying there? His eyes hardened as the man yanked hard enough on the kimono that it showed her shoulders.

He pulled his sword and was their side in an instant, yanking the bastard off of her, throwing him to the ground. Quickly and with slight glee, Mugen sliced the drunkard's neck open. He then turned to see Fuu still laying there.

"Oi! Bitch!" He shouted. She still didn't move, her eyes blank. He kneeled down, jerking her kimono back into place, then smacking her cheek lightly. "Fuu?" He scowled then slide an arm around her back then another under her knees lifting her up against his chest, her form still limp.

He growled, hiding his concern and then began his (long ass) walk back to the hut.

Fuu woke abruptly, a cold sweat covering her sin, her expression one of a frightened doe as her head jerked back and forth, taking in the surroundings of her small bedroom. She fingered the warm brown blank wrapped around her, before noticing that is was new, as well as the futon she laid on.

'Did Mugen get these?' She thought, then blushed lightly when she realized that there was still only one futon and that it looked like it was made for two.

"Finally awake?" asked a rough voice from the doorway. "You slept for four fucking hours."

She took him in, his red shirt was absent as well as his steel-lined geta, his usually grumpy expression showed on his face and he leaned against the door frame, with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What happened?" She asked. He rolled his eyes.

"You got kidnapped and I had to save your ass again." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "What was up with you anyway? You didn't even try to fight him off."

"I. . .I. . ." She frowned. "I don't remember."

"That's obvious. . . ." He scoffed.

"Mugen! It isn't my fault you know!" She yelled, beginning to get angry.

"Wait a minute! I just saved you and now your yelling at me?" He pouted and Fuu softened.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly. "Thank you for saving me." He gave her a nod still a bit peeved at her for yelling at him. He then stalked from the doorway over to her. She yanked the covers up. "What are you doing?"

"Gettin' in bed, what does it look like?" He asked gruffly.

"Mugen! You can't-mmrph!" He cut her off, firmly planting his lips on hers, her eyes widened, but the kiss was over just as fast as it had begun.

Fuu sat there, stunned for a moment, feeling Mugen settle on the bed next to her, yanking the covers up and over himself.

"Now shut up so I can sleep." She glanced at him, her face now red as a cherry.

Mugen smirked in the darkness as Fuu settled down once again. Once he heard her breathing even out and he was sure she was asleep he rolled over and wrapped her up in his arms.

So. . . .there was a way to shut Fuu up.