The world doesn't love you. At best the world doesn't care what happens to you.
Man, the world shit all over me from the time I was born. Did it care that a skinny little kid didn't deserve it? Hell no. The world doesn't care.
Did it care that my friends screwed me over and left me for dead – twice? No, and these were my best friends that I was rolling with.
That's when I said fuck 'em all and left. Left society, I mean. I didn't want ties to no one, because once shit got thick, there's no such thing as loyalty, even among family. And I don't want to set myself up that way. Never again.
And it's not just me that the world doesn't care about. Did Jin deserve to get screwed into his situation? Guy like that shouldn't be homeless and starving. That mon on his sleeve – that says he belongs somewhere better, because he came from somewhere better. Where are they now? No one's standing up for him – bullshit world, all his old friends are coming out and trying to kill him. That's even worse than my situation.
And you, your mom died, and where the hell is your dad? You're all alone, and you can't even defend yourself. See, the world doesn't give a rat's ass for no one.
Mugen scowled at the thought. Everything within him told him to walk away, go drink some sake, get laid, start a fight, anything else. But when Fuu slept, she looked like an angel, at peace with the world, this shitty world that doesn't care. And it made him wonder.
He absently traced her cheek and felt the softness beneath his calloused fingertips. He slid further down on the floor, lying on his side and supporting himself on an elbow. Cautiously he touched his palm to the side of her face, still marveling at the softness. His eyes closed slightly.
"What are you doing," she yawned, startling Mugen. He had to force himself not to withdraw his hand. Then, she turned toward him, her eyes still closed, and put her hand on his arm. It felt so warm and weightless. Mugen closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of her touch. Then he lowered his face within inches of hers.
"Shh," he whispered, easing her hair away from her face. "Go back to sleep." A tiny smile curved on Fuu's lips, and Mugen couldn't help smiling back.