Mukuro transferred the last chest to the little cave hidden under the sea cliff and nodded in satisfaction. "That'll do it, Shiren. You did a good job last night."
The young man in the rowboat smiled. "It wasn't hard-nobody on the ship ever suspected me. All I had to do was stand drinks whenever we came in port and I was everybody's best friend."
"Yeah, well, just remember this hidin' place is our little secret. Even Koza don't know 'bout it." Shiren looked surprised and Mukuro grinned. "You got a problem with that?"
"No." Shiren smiled back. "I'm in this for the money, not your sister."
Mukuro laughed and jumped in the boat, taking it out and back to his dock in a small hidden inlet. The two men tied it up, then headed up the hill to the small hut Mukuro and Koza were staying at.
Shiren looked at the desolate appearance of the place and frowned. "Where's Koza?"
The bigger man shrugged. "I don't keep track of her. Don't worry 'bout it-she'll be here."
Shiren nodded slowly. "Guess I'll go inside then."
"You do that," said Mukuro agreeably. He sat on the porch and took out his knife, smirking as the door closed behind him. Too bad he needed the help hiding the gold, but he could take care of this guy later. Then it would be just him and Koza. He licked his lips absently, running his finger down the edge of his blade, then saw Koza approaching, her eyes enormous in her pale face. "'Bout time you showed up. Shiren's waitin' for you."
She gazed at him for a moment, then walked softly past, going inside and shutting the door. Mukuro returned his attention to his knife, sneering as he saw Jin walk up. "How'd you know about this place?" He threw a quick glance over his shoulder at the closed door, nodding slowly.
The samurai drew his sword. "I was the one who was supposed to kill him."
Mukuro laughed and drew his gun, firing two shots as Jin lunged at him. His jaw dropped as they both missed and the samurai's sword cut a deep groove across his chest. He got off one more shot as Jin drew back and impaled him. "I can't believe I fell for it." Jin frowned and pulled his sword free as Mukuro dropped his gun. "But I guess we both did, huh, samurai?" He coughed up blood and died.