Mugen sat on a tree stump and thought to himself, 'Why does life have to always be so hard for me...?' He looked at the palm of his hand and sighed lightly. Mugen was thinking about the one person he hated. Jin. He had hated Jin ever since he left so suddenly, right after they had achieved so much. "Why the hell did he do that to us?" he said, and he noticed that Fuu had sat down beside him.

"Mugen?" Fuu looked straight at Mugen's eyes. "What the hell do you want, bitch?" Mugen yelled back, realizing that he didn't really mean it like he usually does. Ever since Jin had left, Mugen's feelings for Fuu had increased greatly.

"I don't know why..." A tear ran down Fuu's face, "...I don't know why you can't just like someone! You're SO mean, Mugen! I mean y—""Humph," Mugen turned his head, "Don't be so emotional. I ABSOLUTELY hate that!" His eyes turned a light color as the night brightly shone across the sparkling water. "I don't mean to be mean to you all the time...it's just..." "You're a guy." Mugen struck a frightful face at Fuu.

"What the hell's that supposed to mean, aye? BITCH?" Fuu laughed quietly as she glanced a very sexual look at Mugen. "Oh, you little baka. You know you wanna..." Mugen face flushed a little bit, and then he stood up quickly. "Don't be stupid, Fuu! Just, shut UP!" Mugen swiped the air, as he walked away into the dark nothingness of trees.

'I don't get her...' Mugen went back to their dojo for the week and lay down on the pile of sheets on the cold floor, 'I just don't get her... Fuu.' "She's strange...some strange..." Mugen drifted to sleep, his mouth hung open. Drool from his mouth ran down his face, and when Fuu came in, she looked at him. "Aw... he's crying..." She wiped what she thought was tears from his face.

"EWW! There aren't tears... THIS IS SALIVA!" Fuu shook her saliva-coated hand in the air to get it off. Her face turned from soft to very disgusted. "Nasty little...AAGH!" Mugen had wrapped his arms around Fuu, saying, "Uh...what was that... Jin?" Fuu was shocked to the extent. "...JIN?"

Fuu slapped him in the face. "Oww... Jin...don't—"Fuu slapped him again. "HEYYYY! STOP IT ALREADY, YOU BITCH!" Mugen rose to see what the cause of all the pain was. "Oh... you again. What'd I tell you about FOLLOWING ME, BITCH?" his face turned red. Mugen lay back down, Fuu right beside him, lying with him. "Why'd you stay?" Mugen turned to face Fuu directly.

"Cause I wanted to! What's wrong with THAT! Huh, Mr. Hothead?" Fuu had gotten used to Mugen asking all these dumb questions since Jin left on his "little journey," he called it. "It's just that...my feelings...he hurt them. I just wanted to know why you decided to stay with me. That's all."

'Oh, my god...' Fuu was thinking about Mugen, 'He looked really cute when he just said that... AHH! What the HELL are you thinking, Fuu? You don't like Mugen. NO!' "What's wrong, Fuu?" Mugen stared at Fuu hugging herself very hard. "Uh... IT'S NOTHING! Just... It's nothing." Mugen started laughing. "It's NOT funny, Mugen!" "Well, I'm going to bed," Mugen turned around, "goodnight, Fuu." he said in a sexy voice. Fuu's face flushed a bright red and she just listened to him snore all night.

Mugen's dream:

It was a snowy day and al schools were closed. Kids running around outside stopped in their places when little 12 year old Mugen walked up the sidewalks. People whispered to their friends, "Oooh, look at that Mugen guy! He's so mysterious!", and "Ewww, stay away from him. It's not safe." Mugen just looked at the sidewalk, as he walked, he thought, 'Why the hell do I have to go through this every single day of my freaking life?'

As Mugen entered the small tea shop at the end of the block, a tall woman greeted him kindly. "Hello! Welcome home, Mugen." she would say everyday. "This ain't home. It's hell." "Don't say those kinds of words, Mugen! It's not good for you!" The woman went into the back kitchen and Mugen knew to follow. He sat down at one of the tables, and waited for her.

"Here's your lunch, Mugen." She handed him some dumplings, tea, and fresh fish. "Thanks, mom." This woman wasn't really Mugen's mother. Mugen was saved from a fire when he was a baby. The opposing side of the war set off to Japan's greatest prefecture at the time: Kyoto. They set afire all the houses and buildings they could, and most people did not survive. Including Mugen's real mother and father. He was living with a woman named Hanajima Jin for the time being.

"Is it good?" Hanajima asked as Mugen took a bite. "Yeah. But your cooking is always good, Mom." Hanajima smiled, and that gave Mugen something to smile about, too. Hanajima and Mugen sat at the table, eating food as they talked. "So, how is school lately, Mugen?" she asked, taking a bite of fish. "Same as always: other guys picking on me and telling me that I'm not good enough, I never get dates, I don't like girls anyway, and even the teacher hates me. It's always like that."

"They shouldn't treat you like that!" Hanajima accidentally flicked her chopsticks in the air and they landed at the other end of the room. "Oops! How clumsy! I'll get that. Keep eating, Mugen." She ran across the room, only to stumble on some drunken customers.

"Oops!" she got up and bowed to them, "I'm very sorry! I should really watch where I'm going, now shouldn't I?" Hanajima laughed a small laugh. Mugen just watched. "What an idiot!" Mugen said to himself. "Yes, you are right, little lady." one of the drunkards said. "Yeah, you should repay us for damage." Another one got up and flashed his belt, revealing four swords of all sizes at Hanajima.

"Let's have some fun, guys. Come ON!" the third one said as two of them pinned Hanajima to the wall. "Um... excuse me, but what are you guys planning to do?" Hanajima swallowed hard at the thought. "Oh, nothing. We're just gonna cut something off of that pretty little body of yours. Like your head or your..." "STOP IT!" Mugen stopped the man's thoughts before he could get any nastier.

"Stop torturing her, you bastards!" Mugen stood up straight and tall, trying to make an impression. "Oh, you think you're so big and tough, huh?" The man put the sword to Hanajima's neck. "Well, come and get us!" He lifted the sword and stuck it in her neck. Blood came down on the hard wooden floor of the tea shop. "HANA!"