VII: Running Fools
The sun was down by the time I was able to pull myself out of the lake and take the puppy home. I had cried my eyes out. Or so I thought, another hour of crying when I got into the bath.
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw all the happiness of Mugen being here fade from my eyes, now my old self, once again. I was better off getting over him and moving on with my life. But how could when he was all I ever wanted? Mugen knew that there was nothing I could ever do to change his mind, and that if he wanted to go I wouldn't stop him.
I felt that my heart was literally crushed. I pushed my head more firmly into my pillow. My red eyes watered up again.
"Oh, Mugen."
I let him walk out of my life again.
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It was night. He walked the dusty road that he had followed for hours.
He was running. From her.
What was it about her that made him want to stay, care so much when he had never for any woman in his life? He was older than Fuu but not old enough to think that she wasn't mature.
"I've never run away from anyone in my entire life." He scowled.
Running away.
He wasn't ready or rather scared of messing the one thing that was right in his life. What would he have then if he were to hurt her? Fuu would cast him out and never forgive him. SHe wasn't on to give chance after chance once a opportunity were put to waste.
Why shouldn't I try? He thought.
If he made the effort to do right by her and failed, he at least had the comfort of knowing that he tried.
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I was getting little rest this night. Drifting in and out of sleep I tossed and turned before I finally just gave up. As I ran my fingers through the puppy's soft fur, I drowned in my sorrows. My small comfort and token of Mugen I had left.
I didn't understand why he ran away from me. If he didn't love me, didn't he at least like me?
Where do I start? How do I move from this?
From Mugen.
I looked around in the semi dark room. It was still early still, about an hour before the sun rose.
Brought from my thoughts Mugen's puppy whined. Resting her head on my arm, a wet nose began to sniff. She was hungry.
"Okay, okay. I'm getting up."
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He went to the river to the place where he first kissed her. The way her skin felt, soft to the touch like a baby's. Her lips were cherry red by the time he was done devouring her mouth.
Mugen desperately wanted to forget her ever happening to him all those years ago…
He watched her grow up as they traveled. Now Fuu was no longer the young girl he had met back then, now nineteen she had blossomed. Her eyes were seductive with bangs that wisped around them, alabaster skin, long, curvy, thin body that matured over time. She was everything he ever wanted.
All that hard work watching over and rescuing her, she was to be his reward.
Countless years of killing and stealing, Fuu was his redemption. His second chance at a life he should've had.
Instead he had left her when she got to close. Her feelings and longings to be with him were the same as his own. It terrified him. These unknown feelings of only wanting to be with her were new.
How could you leave her you idiot?!
"What am I going to do?"
Could he really consider going back? Would she accept him after he left?
Before he could consider answering, his feet were carrying him back to where he should have been in the first place.
There were only two outcomes to come of his return. She was either going to kick him out after trying to beat the hell out of him or be relieved that he had come back to her. Either way if he didn't try, he would never know if the words she uttered were true.
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