The question wouldn't leave her, she just had to ask, "Who is she?"
He sat up against the pillow in the middle of a yawn, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Fuu…I think that was what you said in all that foreign talk you were speaking. I was a little busy at the time," she grinned poking him in the side, delighting in the ripple of muscle. She received no reply. "You can tell me, pirate, I ain't gonna tell a soul".
The look on his face was that of guilt, pain even as he moved his eyes away from her over painted face and across the room, looking for a distraction. Since when did whores get paid to talk? "A girl I know," he said gruffly.
"Wife? Girlfriend?" Her touch only bringing disgust as her palm rested on his abs, the bile slowly rising in his throat. "Won't cost you a dime to use me as a shrink, I only got the one profession."
"There ain't much to say," he said annoyed, to someone like you "She's just a girl I know." You wouldn't understand in a million damn years.
"Out of reach?"
A humorless laugh escaped his lips in a way that made him regret every bad thing he ever did, "Yeah. Yeah she is."
"A goodie two shoes?" She sat up now, adjusting her brown hair back into its bun, it's why he picked her in the first place. She had brown hair, and wore an old pink kimono. He tried to pretend as hard as he could when he was fucking her, but her loud moaning and screaming quickly ripped open his carefully woven lie.
His voice was rough and low, eyes distant, "A good girl," he nodded, sitting up to slide his white shirt over his head.
"Ah. I see. What's stopping you?"
He could see that this was her form of entertainment, making up stories about strangers that she'd probably never see again. She was nothing but a whore, getting paid to spread her legs for any regular Joe, willing to pay the right amount. How could he make this bitch understand, that Fuu wasn't just a girl he knew, that she wasn't a good girl, she was a fucking angel. Dumb broad, making him think about stupid shit.
But he didn't speak or answer her question, choosing instead to finish dressing. The man emerged from the brothel once again Mugen the heartless pirate, his wallet lighter and heart heavier as he headed back to the shabby inn fish face and Fuu were at, hoping to God that the glance of brown eyes wouldn't undo him.