Farewell to a Feud

Not really a New Chapter just something to build a bridge between the next couple of chapters. It has been a long time since I have done any work on this bad beast.

The morning arrived and Mugen felt himself come back to life. The previous night had given Mugen a new feeling of being alive. Though in many ways Mugen had just been experiencing the things that made him feel one with himself, his spirit and the world around him. When he awoke he rubbed his drowsy eyes and rolled out of his hammock like a lazy child that just got up after napping through a glorious afternoon.

"Freakin A where did I crash last night?" Looking around his surroundings it started to become apparent that he was still at the theatre house. "Man I can't recall the last time I just plain through in the damn towel after a great fight. Usually I still have some wood in the fire to grab a few rounds of sake and dance the night away!" It didn't matter he innately knew that his reputation as a brawler and a true man of his word had been fortified in this town and he could leave the structure with out thoughts of interrogation and anxiety or encounters he could do with out, though he never gave a flying fuck about any of those things anyways. Slinging his sword of his shoulder and planting his feet into the ground with more confidence than a titan he set out for another ready to take whatever the day was going to throw at him.

"Dammitt! Can't you just call out for one day!" Mugen snarled shielding his eyes from the sun as he stepped out into the streets. It had been very dark and dim inside the theatre house and it was another scorcher outside. When he walked into the streets some of the villagers bowed to him with great respect and others waved and thanked him for his performance last night. Though little did they know it was more than just an act for entertainment, it was display of honor and taking care of an annoying adversary. It didn't take him long to get back to his hotel where he found Fuu sprawled on the floor snoring like a napping hippo basking in the sun. Issac was also on the floor with Taka and a few other people Mugen didn't recognize.

"I don't even wanna know," he said and with that said he just left the room, he knew that they had to wake up at some point and he was just going to let them do that. He sat down on the porch of the inn and for once in a long time decided to let his guard come to ease and do some relaxing. He closed his eyes and felt his thoughts slip from his mind. The only thing that passed through his mind was the flickering sounds of the birds chirping and the soothing sigh of the docile winds. It was rare that he got these moments of peace, and it was even rarer that he had the opportunity to himself. Abruptly all of his quiet and tranquil euphoria was ripped in half by the thud of heavy footsteps pounding into the floor boards behind him. Thud! Thud! Each time when one footstep would fall and infect the air with its belligerent resonance the sound grew closer into Mugen's earshot. Well this can either be one of the town drunks, chunky town drunk that is, or a very gauche assassin, either way this bastard is going down Mugen thought as his hand crept closer to the blade on his back. Quickly he spun out of his chair with a vigilant hand on his long sword hilt and gazed upon the intruder. It was neither of the candidates he had considered. It was Fuu she was wearing huge shoes with six inch heals that were embellished by an assortment of jewels and gem stones. Despite their silliness Mugen found them to have this sexy little flair that caught his attention. "It figures," he grumbled under his breath.

"What?" Fuu groaned stepping into the middle of the portch. As she progressed forward the sun started to beam her in the face and she lost her balance and went sailing forwards. Mugen Dashed forward and caught her just in time before she smashed and tumbled down the porch steps. He could feel her heart pounding like a thousand congas, his heart pace also started to quicken.

"I can see someone should take care of their hang over before they decide to come on over," he whispered in her ear in an agitated voice.

"Me, I'm fine," Fuu remarked groggily.

"You, no, but those shoes kinda are." Fuu looked down at her feet and smiled at the sight.

"Oh yeah, I won these last night at the cast party, there cool aren't they?"

"They look dangerous to me," Mugen said with a smile. Fuu raised a questioning eyebrow.

"While else would you think I like those things? Anyways we need to get back to our next move."

"Already, but we haven't been in this area all that long, and there are no immediate threats we need to worry about."

"I'm not talking about hittin and runnin today, but soon though. We can't lose track of what were searchin for, and that is something I hold to you," Mugen explained sitting her up on the porch steps and then sitting down beside her. She knew he was right and that when Mugen sinks his teeth into something he doesn't let go. Fuu also thought about what he had said and started to realize that staying here was only going to delay things.

"I, I understand." Mugen almost fell backwards, for once she was agreeing with him with out any flashy argument or if he was right or wrong. "You stuck by me and saw things through, and like I said I am going to do the same for you."

"Beautiful morning, no?" a deep voice sounded off behind them. Both pivoting they saw the large man Isaac duck and walk though the little doorway of the inn. "Come inside we have an excellent breakfast and stories waiting for you two," The large man said with a radiant smile. Mugen quickly hustled into the inn on that note, and Fuu just smiled warmly and soon followed.

A little slow but this mini chapter is important to work sort of as filler and like a I said before a bridge to the next section of the story.