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KuroBlack: I'm so sorry I haven't updated! Things came up and I've been horribly busy! Here is the next chapter!

Chapter 9: I'm Not Hungry for Dumplings. . .

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"Oops. . ."

"What do you mean 'Oops'?! Fuck Fuu!!"

"Geez, I was only kidding, relax!"

"Very Fucking Funny!" Fuu rolled her eyes as she continued to carefully snip away at the excess hair that adorned Mugen's head. "Oi! Four-eyes, this ain't funny!" Shouted the vagrant to said ronin, who sat a few yards away with his back turned to the pair. The slight twitch of his shoulders was the only tell tale sign that he was enjoying the utter discomfort of his pirate friend.

"There. . . .done!" Fuu announced, pulling the blanket from Mugen's shoulders, which was meant to catch loose hair.

"Finally. . ." He stood up and shook his head like a dog, scattering hair everywhere. In truth, he had only been sitting still for ten minutes, Fuu rolled her eyes again and then moved outside to shake hair from the blanket.

"I did not realize how much you valued your hair, if I had, you would have been bald long ago."

"Shut-up Fish-face!! I could give you a hair cut too, cut that fucking pony tail off, let's see who's giggling after that!" Jin frowned and protectively grasped his hair.

"I would kill you." He muttered.

"I thought you had a change of heart." Mugen sneered.

"I've changed my mind." The pirate grinned and drew his sword, as did Jin.

"Hey! Stop playing around, I made breakfast!" Fuu's annoyed voice came from the fire pit. Both Samurai sighed and then went to accept their breakfast, sparring was definitely better done after a good meal.

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That had been a few days ago and the Ronin still remained in their presence. Mugen's relations with Fuu cut short, any progress he had made to get them to his ultimate goal was now gone. With Jin around he had barely gotten five minutes alone with her.

That bastard Ronin.

He was always around, he was there in the morning when they ate breakfast, he walked with them to the teahouse, he walked back with them from the teahouse, he ate dinner with them, and then they slept. This monotonous cycle of events were beginning to grate on Mugen's last nerve. Fuck! Even in the evening, the one time he had Fuu all to himself, she was either too tired or didn't want Fish-face to hear them. He didn't want to push her, due to her recent attack, the swelling in her cheek was finally down, but it was turning this nasty shade of yellow and black. He didn't want to hurt her.

Shit, he hated caring.

"Mugen, are you okay?" Fuu asked softly, balancing a tray of dirty teacups, which she sat down on the table that he sat at. She placed a hand to his forehead, and then to each cheek. "You're all flushed, maybe you're getting sick." She said worriedly, he batted her hand away.

"Yeah, yeah. . . I'm fine." He bit out. "Just hungry. . ." She smiled brightly at him, she did that a lot now, knowing that he was here to stay.

"There's some left over dumplings! I'll get you some!" She picked up the tray and he watched her go, groaning lightly at the way her hips swung.

As she turned to go into the kitchen, the teahouse owner came out, seeing Mugen and making a beeline for him. The pirate, who was never a people person, actually didn't mind the old fart. He was probably the reason that the pirate didn't find Fuu dead in the street, giving her the job and all. He was fairly old, and had a light-hearted personality (which made Mugen want to barf), but he paid good money. He didn't try to skimp him like some other bastards did, who thought that just because he was Ryu-kuuian he would accept less than the best.

"Mugen! I must go out for awhile, we are out of tealeaves and other supplies. " He place a heavy wool cloak around himself and hat. "I will be closing the teahouse down for about an hour or so, you and Fuu can relax. Have some sake, there should be some in back." He smiled, wrinkles lining his old face.

"You better not die out in that cold old man, someone needs to pay me." Mugen said gruffly. The old man chuckled and made his way out of the teahouse and onto the cold street.

As soon as he was gone Mugen got to his feet, stretching as he walked towards the kitchen. Fuck relaxing, he had free time with Fuu, he wasn't going to waste it sitting on his ass. He smirked when he saw her, fixing up a tray of dumplings, he watched her for a bit, she was humming a song that he didn't know. He knocked over a teacup intentionally, grinning crookedly when her head snapped around at the sound. It seemed that she had picked up on a few things traveling around with him and the ronin, when he had first met her, there was no way she would have even noticed the small sound. She smiled when she saw him and picked up the tray of dumplings holding them out to him. He took them from her, setting them aside.

". . . .but I thought you were hungry." She said, giving him a confused look as he pushed her back against a table.

"I am, just not for dumplings." He grasped her hips and lifted her up onto the table so they were at the same eye level. He loosened her kimono, so that she could be flush against him. He kissed her cheek, then down to her neck, where he sucked on a now fluttering pulse point.

"The owner-"She gasped as his warm large hand ran up her thigh.

"-is out for awhile." He muttered heatedly, planting a firm kiss to her mouth.

"Mugen, we can't-" She squirmed against him.

"We're not. . ." He bit down on her lower lip and she melted, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I just need this." He growled and kissed her again, prodding her mouth open with his tongue before angling his head over hers to go in deeper. He felt her shiver and grinned, before pulling back.

"I hate it when you do that." She said breathily, plopping her head down onto his shoulder. He nibbled on her neck, running his hands up her waist and down again.

"Fucking liar. . ." He grinned, he bit down a little sharply, causing her to squeal at the pinch she felt. He laughed and pulled back, to take in her rumpled appearance, she was blushing as she jerked her kimono back in place, tying it tightly again. "Come on girly, let's eat." He teased picking up the tray and grabbing the sake that he was promised. She followed him out, giving him a light shove for teasing her. "Oi! That's it, no dumplings for you!"

"That's not fair!!"