K, here's the next chap. Btw does anyone wanna apply for the job of beta-ing this fic? I don't usually make grammar or spelling mistakes unless they're essential for the story or somebody's character but ppl like 2 be Fic-nazis when they manage to find something and they get 2 point it out with a review and some have even gone as far as EMAILING me just to point out some sort of spelling or usage mistake. And I'm just like 'Thanks, but do u really have nothing better to do w u'r time? Go outside or call a friend up or something, honestly.' For instance, for my InuYasha fic somebody actually emailed me to say that I used WHO when I should have used WHOM………………….. They were like "OMG, I just have to tell you that I'm completely in love with this story! U'r portrayal of Kagome and Ginta is so realistic! I didn't think anyone could make a pairing like that work! But I was reading u'r last chapter and I noticed you keep using 'who' in place of 'whom'. I'm not trying to be all controlling lol , its just a pet peeve of mine lol! Anywayz, awesome fic! Can't wait for the next chapter!'………………………….And just how the hell am I supposed to respond to that? I'm not singling anybody out, I always ask for a beta when I start a fic because I notice even tho anything rarely changes in my stories, if ppl find out I have a beta they're like 'this fic is perfect! So much better after u got an editor! Good move!' Do any other writers notice how patronizing it sounds when somebody submits reviews like 'Omg I luv this story! U'r spelling/grammar/whatever needs work tho.' I mean, I would honestly like to get criticized/flamed for the pairing or plot or the ooc-ness. I would rather somebody say 'This fic sux so much ass! I can't believe u'r fucking writing shit like this! The characters are totally ooc and this whole thing would never happen!' And I would probably be like, 'Wow, at least she's honest and gun hoe about whatever the hell she's talking about.' I mean if u'r going to comment on my spelling or grammar then I would prefer it if u don't try to compliment the story or anything involving that category in anyway, I'm not trying 2 b a bitch, its just that when I get stuff like that I feel like I'm being talked down to. Like u'r tryin 2 say I'm not mature enough to take full blown criticism and are just throwin me a bone by saying u like the plot or pairing or whatever. I respect ppl with the balls to tell me what's wrong with my fic, but don't ruin that regard by throwing a half-assed compliment, because then it looks like u'r the one trying not to look like a total bitch/ass. Don't get me wrong, criticism is totally accepted and welcomed, I don't have a problem w ppl telling me they don't get my spelling/grammar/usage, but please keep those kinds of criticism separate from what you like/hate about the plot or whatever of the story, because they are two totally different things……………………………………………ok, I'm just now reading over my authors note and I really do sound like a mega-bitch in it, lol. I'm sorry guys, maybe I'm PMSing or something, worse comes to worse I'll just blame it on having a period or whatever. Damn uterus. I'm done, enjoy.
Much luv
The Deni Pie
T h e E l e c t r a Co m p l e x
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
I can't stand the things that you do.
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No.
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
I am yours, yours, yours.
I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you.
Ya! Ya! Ya!
Yeah...
I put a spell on you.
Lord! Lord! Lord!
'Cause you're mine, yeah.
I can't stand the things that you do
When you're foolin' around.
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow, yeah.
Yours, yours, yours! Yeah
I can't stand your foolin' around
If I can't have you,
No one will!
I love you, you, you!
I love you. I love you. I love you!
I love you, you, you!
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow, yeah
I love you you you you you you you you you you you you you
"I Put a Spell On You" – Marilyn Manson
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It was a long time before he came to her again. And Fuu just didn't have the heart to make the situation any worse than it already was. She wondered if Jin noticed the new unspoken tension between them. If he did he didn't mention it, and she was glad for it. Fuu didn't know what she would do if Jin found out, she couldn't stand to taint herself in his eyes. The distance between her and Mugen didn't help the loneliness of the journey any easier. Every time she tried to connect with Jin, she was only reminded that his heart was already spoken for, that it was too far from her to touch. It was a constant memento of her failure, and every time she would try to speak with him she would always walk away defeated.
Mugen's feelings were not something she had counted on. The way he treated her and allowed her to treat him gave her no sign that he would someday look at what they did as more than it was. Yet that night, after she had found him half drowned on the beach, should have told her that it was different. She had been too tired and in too much of a fatigue induced daze to see he had come to her differently. Fuu remembered waking up to him sitting on her hips, just looking at her, and she hadn't seen that there was some other need in his eyes. She didn't see that he was looking for something else from her until it was too late.
She should have learned from Tatsuko. She should have seen right from the beginning that involving herself, in any way, with Mugen wasn't going to end well.
---flashback---
"Where the hell are you going, now?" He drawled, yawning sleepily.
--- end flashback---
Why did those words sound so familiar to her?
---flashback---
She glanced down to see Tatsuko looking up at her, "Where're you going?" He asked from his sitting position.
---end flashback---
Well, they said those who didn't learn from the past were doomed to repeat it. Apparently 'they' were right. She wished the almighty 'they' had given a few specific examples to show they weren't kidding.
---flashback---
"Huh? Why?" he asked gently trying to tug her into his lap.
---end flashback---
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Fuu shook her head, still not looking at him. "Nothing, just…..just hurry."
"What? Why?"
---end flashback---
Why, why, why? Wasn't that the question of her life? Obviously she didn't have the answer to that one either. Fuu sighed picking up another dirty plate and teacup. It was Tatsuko all over again. Perhaps not so much as Mugen was like Tatsuko but rather she was still the same girl making the same mistakes. Most people learned from theirs; she, on the other hand, just made them all over again thinking the result would change somehow.
"Oi! We've been waiting for fifteen minutes! Are we going to get some damn service any time soon?"
Gritting her teeth and forcing on a shaking smile, Fuu made her way over to a table full of irritated and dirty looking men. If there was any job in the world she hated more than working at that brothel, it was waitressing. Jin and Mugen had better be getting their share of their money. "Of course, how may I help you?" She pried out, a vein twitching at her temple with strained politeness.
" 'bout damn time." One of the older men grumbled.
Fuu swallowed back the urge to roll her eyes, instead managing to juggle the dirty dishes she was holding and take down their orders at the same time. "And what will you be having today?" She asked, putting on the chipper waitressing voice that she noticed got her bigger tips. The man grumbled and continued reading the menu, every now and then muttering something she guessed wasn't for her to hear. "Ano…do you need another minute?"
"Why, you have something better to do!" He snapped before going back to his indecision.
Her left eye felt like it was going into convulsions and she was almost positive the tick was visible for anyone caring to look. Swallowing back the insults on her tongue she adjusted the soiled pottery into a more comfortable position and went back to her earlier musing.
She had stopped taking the contraceptive tea, doubting she would need it anytime soon. Not being able to stand the tension any longer she had tried to break them from their promise, saying they didn't want to find samurai at all and were just traveling with her for her looks. And it had worked, for a while anyway. But fate, as usual, seemed out to screw with her and brought them all back together yet again. It hadn't been all bad, she supposed. Jin had come looking for her, after all. Fuu blushed thinking of how their hands had touched when he had given her back her sandal. Shaking her head she rid herself of the thought. Best not to snatch at her hopes when they dangled in her face, especially when they were only going to be ripped from her at the last second.
Stupid Jin. She wasn't exactly an angel of perfection and purity but she was at least better than a brothel woman, wasn't she? 'I guess not….' Fuu thought dejectedly. Apparently she simply wasn't up to par on the Samurai standard. She couldn't make her father stay, why should she think she could make Jin do any different. No! Jin was nothing like her father! He was loyal, honorable, and dedicated. He would make a fine husband. That other woman would be at that convent for at least a good three years. That was plenty of time to make Jin rethink his choice. She had known him longer than her; it wasn't fair that she got to be closer to him in spite of it all. It wasn't fair that she had stolen his heart and his body without even trying.
The irritable customer was saying something to her but she didn't hear it. He was even willing to break his promise with her. He was willing to shove their friendship back in her face for that woman………………………….
"Did you hear me! That's it! I want to see your manager! Take the menu back!" The balding man spat flinging the menu at her chest.
"Oh just shove it up your ass!" She yelled shoving the menu and the dirty dishes she had been holding into his face before running out of the teahouse crying.
Fuu slowed her run to a miserable tread, desperately wiping the tears from her eyes, not wanting to attract any more attention to herself. Well, that was another job she obviously wasn't cut out for. She wasn't cut out to be a waitress, she wasn't cut out to a model, she wasn't cut out to be a samurai's daughter, and evidently she wasn't cut out to be the wife of one either. What exactly did Kami put her here for anyway? Swallowing the lump in her throat she felt sorry for not earning her keep of the money. She doubted Mugen was really making an effort to slave away for their wages, so that only left Jin. She stopped, leaning up against a nearby wall. If it weren't for him they probably would have been starved long ago. A familiar rumbling interrupted the silence, accompanied by a low vibration in her stomach. Placing a hand to her belly she decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea to think of starving.
"Off the job already?"
She turned towards the voice to see her fellow no-money maker coming out of the building, she was currently leaning against, with a bottle of sake in his hand. Her brow furrowed and she pushed herself away from the wall to get a better look at just what it was she was resting herself on. A low class brothel. She rolled her eyes, figures. Instantly her attention darted to the sake in his hand. "Hey! You're supposed to be making money, not wasting it!" She yelled.
"Yeah? Where's your cut then?" He scoffed, eyeing her penniless form.
Preferring to keep her own unemployment to herself, she slumped back to the building, pretending it wasn't a whorehouse she was laying on.
"Get fired already?"
Tossed him a glare out of her peripheral vision didn't stop his teasing tone.
"Well, wouldn't Jin just be so disappointed." He jeered.
"Shut up!" She snapped raising up to slap the bottle out of his hand.
It landed with a fatal smash against the ground. Mugen snorted at the new pile of shattered glass. "You're lucky that was empty." He grumbled.
"Exactly how much money did you spend at this place anyway? How long are you going to expect us to support you!" She bit out. Ever since that night at the inn, he had returned to the booze and the women ten fold. She had apologized and hadn't thrown herself at him since, what else did he want from her?
"Look who's talking! I think I've earned my keep by saving your sorry ass more times than your worth. Besides, who's this 'us' supposedly supporting me? Don't you need money to do that?"
Fuu steamed, she couldn't believe she was being put in her place by a jobless felon. "Knock it off. I don't see you slaving away either, ya know."
"That's because my shift doesn't start for another few hours." He grinned tauntingly.
Her mouth dropped. No. Way. "You're joking."
"I take over guard duty at this place, later tonight." He said nodding to the building she was leaning on.
Mugen working at a whorehouse. It definitely seemed like his kind of job. Her eyes roved over the shabby looking hut, suddenly feeling like she needed a bath just for touching it.
"Don't know why you're acting all high and mighty. Last time I checked didn't you used to work at one of these?" He goaded.
"Only because the guys who supposedly 'save my sorry ass more times than I'm worth' left me behind to be sold into 'one of these'." She spat.
He shrugged, lazily throwing his arms behind his head as he walked past her. "Maybe if you stopped bitching and actually got your ass to work, we wouldn't have to leave it behind."
She didn't know why he was calling her a bitch when he was the one acting like a jaded jerk. In his defense, he never brought up their nights together, an act of mercy Fuu was wholly grateful for. Putting her hands into her sleeve, she let Momo-san scurry around them, and trotted off. There had to be a job for her somewhere. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of having to 'support' her 'sorry ass.' A frown turned her lips at the thought of the pirate seeing her coming back empty handed. Now doubt using her misfortune as extra fuel for his heckling. And in front of Jin, too. He was probably just praying to Kami for her to screw up so he could bring her down in front of the samurai.
Jerk. She would find something, and when she did she would rub his face in it.
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This had to be the world's greatest job. Why hadn't he thought of this before? To think, some guy could actually be paid doing little else besides staring at beautiful, half naked, women all night. That and making sure other guys weren't getting too rough, or freeloaders weren't window-shopping. Mugen yawned decadently at his post, ogling a particularly eager looking young woman. She had been giving him the eye all night and he was quick to receive the attention. Earlier in the evening he had to bring down a middle-aged merchant that had gotten a little overzealous with his affections. Of course had he known he was just supposed to throw the guy out, he probably wouldn't have killed him.
He hadn't gotten much more than a scolding for it. The example he made of the man had scared every customer there into behaving and tipping well, so they really couldn't complain. And neither could he with all the new female interest he began receiving after his exemplary show of profound masculinity. After the merchant's ill-fated end, the rest of the night promised to be rather uneventful in the guarding department. The other, more feminine, departments however……..well they were showing quite a bit of potential. This one woman, he wasn't sure what her name was, the one who had been giving him inviting looks, was pretty average looking. But whatever she lacked in her face she more than made up for in her body. She was one of the most requested women in her sector of the brothel.
Running the tip of his tongue along one of his pointier canines, Mugen peered at her form, his imagination painting him the X-rated version of the scene his eyes and reality presented. Her breasts were in top condition, that was for sure. Even in that heavy kimono, he could make out their buxom shape and curvaceous outline. There was definitely a reason as to why she was the most asked for, and by the way she was looking at him, he appeared to have an invitation to find out.
"Oi! Mugen, your shift is almost up. Better go turn in your stuff."
He barely even heard the other guard up until 'better go turn in your stuff.' His gaze flickered over to the tubbier man and gave a brief grunt of acknowledgment before strolling into the brothel house. The job had given him a sword and some unneeded armor, neither which he had used or had even planned on doing so. He had simply thrown them under the stairway to pick up at the end of his shift. Making his way to the front desk he hurriedly threw the unused items on the table waiting impatiently for the old keeper to pay him. The aged man turned to him at the heavy 'clank!', gracing him with a toothless smile.
"Ah! You're the one that killed one of the customers, neh?" He said without an ounce of malice or resentment.
"Yeah, he was getting a little out of hand." Mugen chuckled at the memory; the guy had all but pissed himself.
"Hai hai, I should deduct that from your wages, though." He commented as if thinking over the suggestion.
The pirate glowered threateningly. "That's not all you'll be 'deducting'." He warned gripping the desk.
The old man merely laughed him off before throwing a small pouch. "There you are, no harm done. Feel free to come back anytime, young man." He said, waving cheerfully.
Any thoughts of intimidation instantly left Mugen's mind as he snagged the money purse. Turning on his heel, he walked through the hallway idly bouncing the pouch up and down, his eyes going from door to door until finally settling on the most familiar one. He smirked, lifting to rasp his knuckles against the wood. Almost immediately it swung open to reveal the ample young woman who had been soliciting him for the better part of the night. She smiled pleasantly, before catching site of the pouch in his hand.
"My my, is that for me?" She asked coyly.
Mugen chuckled patronizingly, shoving the little bag behind his back. "Yeah you wish." He teased watching her mouth turn down into a sulky pout. "But it's my last night here and I've got something better to give you." His voice lilted silkily.
Her face automatically brightened, lips lifting into a sly grin as she slid her arms around his thin torso, ushering him inside.
His gaze flitted about the room with little interest. It was alright, not as nice as some but better than others. He noticed the wooden bars lined neatly across the windows. It vaguely reminded him of the brothel he had once caught Fuu in. Her angry face was already shoving through the bars to yell at him in his mind's eye. He shook his, warring off the thoughts. 'Stupid bitch…'
"I saw how you dealt with that horrible man." She purred, moving her hands along his shoulders. "Its so nice to have a man who actually cares about our protection." She cooed against his neck.
"What can I say? That's just the kind of guy I am."
"Oh hai, I could tell the minute I saw you. You're name's Mugen isn't it? Mine's Hirori." Her fingers were on his chest now, feeling along the hard muscle there.
A smirk lit his features, his hands snatching her hips and yanking her against him. "Nice to meet you, Hirori. Care to make my last night here memorable?" His voice enunciating the word 'memorable' in a way that was positively pornographic.
Hirori faked moping displeasure. "Last night? Isn't there anything I could do to, persuade, you to stay a little longer?"
He didn't bother to answer, bored with their sexual banter, as he shoved her to the matted ground, grinning when she let out a delighted squeal. Impatiently unknotting her robes, he shoved them open; eager to see the body he had been fantasizing about for a good deal of his shift. His tongue slinked over his bottom lip, the perfect pale globes standing out against the darkness; dusky nipples firm and erect, eager for his touch. Mugen hovered over her for a moment, content to enjoy the sight. Hirori giggled saucily, running her fingers down to draw circled around her areola.
"Don't you like them? I've been told I have the best breasts here, better than all the other girls." She commented proudly.
Mugen nodded, letting his hands slide over the whitish mound she wasn't touching, giving it a firm squeeze before lowering his head to it. She hummed and cooed beneath him, stroking his course hair, skimming the base of his neck with her nails. He suckled and nipped at the flesh there, taking it in his mouth and rolling it around. Hirori gasped, her legs coming around to clamp around his hips.
"Oh, you have a wonderful tongue." She sighed under him.
He normally enjoyed dirty talk, liking it when girls really got into the act, but for some reason her voice was beginning to irritate him. His pelvis nudged curiously against her willing womanhood. Her giggle resounded about the room as she urgently tugged and pulled at his clothes. Leaning back, he let her undress him, rising up and away from her when she came to his hakama.
He watched her work the ties with skilled and knowing fingers, hurriedly and eager to please. A thick eyebrow rose, a little set off by too much acquiescence. She worked his clothes with the proficiency of a professional. She was a woman of lust and skin, feeling a fire between the legs she opened so readily. So fucking submissive. Smirking when she shoved his pants down to his feet, he slid his hand to the back of her head, fisting in the silky black locks. "Why don't you actually put that mouth of yours to good use." It wasn't really a suggestion, urging her head closer to his prominent cock almost missing the wicked beam shaping over her painted lips.
Allowing his head to fall back he began to move her up and down against him, though a woman of her particular talents needed no instruction. He tensed and groaned, fingers tightening in her hair, no doubt pulling it a bit too hard, but he could have yanked it from her scalp for all he cared. "Holy fuck!" He hissed as she took him in her throat, humming low for him to feel her muscles vibrate over his shaft. Shit, she was going to bring him off right there if he didn't pull away. "Alright, alright get off." He ordered, pulling her off by her hair.
"What's wrong? Did I not please you?"
"On your back, now." He directed, pushing her to the ground, lifting one leg onto his shoulder. His eyes focused on her, his member sinking into her heat, her breasts coming up and down with every thrust. She cried out, rubbing and squeezing the buxom globes, trying desperately to reach that peak so ready to explode inside of her.
Mugen grunted, surging harshly into her. She really was rather plain looking once you got past the amazing body. Her eyebrows were too thick and too dark, her cheeks had no color to them, her hair had no life no flare no originality, her eyes were a dull and annoying black, and her lips were too red, too utterly wax looking. His eyes clenched shut, feeling her walls clutch and grip his cock. He wasn't sure what happened, but the silky black strands became thick locks of chocolate brown, ebony eyes lightened into a grand shade of honey-caramel, and her skin became fleshier, healthier looking, her face pinkening into a shade saturated with youth and life. "Shit!" He gasped, his spine freezing rigidly, shooting himself into her one last time.
His body fell limply onto her, his head loosing itself in her breasts. Chest heaving up and down, as his lungs pumped for oxygen. A bronzed arm rose, wiping away the sweat covering his forehead.
"What's a Fuu?"
Satiated pools of gray flickered over to her, landing for a second on her face then flitting distractedly to her breasts. "hm?" He grunted absentmindedly, not really hearing her.
"I said, what's a Fuu. You kept mumbling something about it."
"Huh? When?" He snapped somewhat irritatedly.
"It was after you closed your eyes." She answered. "Why did you close them anyway, don't you want to look at me?" she asked, baring her bottom lip in a naughty façade of a pout.
Damned bitch was still in his head. Mugen growled, abruptly thrusting himself away from Hirori, ignoring her startled noise. Damned, fucking Fuu, who the hell did she think she was? He ran an annoyed hand through his hair, sitting Indian style on the unmated part of the floor, his back facing a confused Hirori. Fuck her, the stupid little girl.
"Did I upset you?"
Mugen disregarded her mindless chatter; he wasn't paying any attention anyway. His thoughts were on more important matters. Like how that little cunt had wormed her way under his skin. He hadn't gone to her in a while. He had stopped after that one night. Ever since then, he began fucking and drinking her face out of his head and out of more vital areas. All the while she acted as unaffected as ever, he was just her little screw stick either way. Easily replaced until she found her way into Jin's pants.
"What's a Fuu, anyhow?"
He snorted, chuckling bitterly. "Its English, for 'bitch'." He muttered.
An enchanted gasp flew into his ear. "You know English? How exotic!" Mugen suddenly stood up, just as she was reaching for him again. Hirori started back, surprised, before her hand flung out to grab at the hakama he was putting back on. "What are you doing?"
"I'm out of here." He grunted, shrugging on his pants.
She tugged more urgently at the cloth, gripping his wrist to stop him. "Oh, don't go. Stay a little longer." She coaxed.
His eyes traveled over her naked form, her beseeching face. He very rarely felt disgusted with women, after all, who else was going to open their legs for you? But observing her now, he wanted nothing more than to shove her off and take an icy shower. Red smears from her lips covered his chest, neck, and more than likely his dick, which he could feel still saturated in other fluids. He fought the urge to reach down and wipe it off. Fortunately, with her here, he wouldn't have to. With an arrogant smirk, he casually undid the strings and let the cloth fall to his feet. "Alright then, make it work my while." He sneered, pulling her face back towards his hardening cock. "Suck it clean."
She smiled obligingly, giving the tip a little kiss. Frowning, he jerked her roughly by the hair. "Fuck foreplay, get to it." He spat.
He watched her head bob through half-lidded eyes, her tongue snaking out to lick at the juices staining his manhood. His teeth gritted, the tension in his body rising, his wiry frame going stiff and taut.
---flashback---
He eyed her indifferently, ignoring her rage. "Stop being so fucking dramatic. I told you, I already saw it all."
"And hopefully you would've never seen it again!" She hissed.
---end flashback---
Bitch. Like she had anything to see anyway. She had the body of an eight year old boy.
---flashback---
Crossing his arms in front of him he stared her down as her hands continued to childishly cover her intimate parts. "If you wanted to fuck Mr. Tight-ass so badly, why didn't you just go to him instead?" He sneered.
"Oh shut up! You don't even know what you're talking about!" She bit back, turning on her heel to tread to the bathhouse, making sure to keep the water above her hips.
---end flashback---
Stupid whore, coming to him like a cat in heat. What the hell did she want with him if it was fish face she was after? Why the hell did he even care?
flashback---
'Fuu-chan must be happy……she gets to be with you.'
"Her?"
---end flashback---
His fist stilled in her hair, hips stopped moving in time with her throat. Fuu was never happy, least of all with him. Never looking at him when they fucked, always running back afterwards, probably scrubbing him off her skin, wiping any remnants away. By now, he had practically forgotten the woman currently sucking on him.
---flash back---
"I'm sorry." He heard her whisper, still unable to face him.
---end flashback---
"Stop." If she heard him, she gave no sign. Mugen glared irritatedly at the top of her head before brutally shoving her away from him. Her mouth yanking from his dick with a sickening, slurping sound. "I said get off."
Hirori looked up at him from her spot, sprawled on the ground, naked and trying to regain her breath. "What? What are you doing?" She asked, watching him angrily tug on his clothing.
He could still hear her indignant shouting, even as he stormed out of the brothel. A woman was going down on him and all he could think of was Fuu's dismissal. What kind of whiny pussy had that bitch turned him into? Mugen growled, kicking a stray rock in his path. He had stopped going to her, trying to forget about her. He started being extra nasty to her and where the hell had it gotten him? Walking away from a whorehouse unsatisfied. When had that ever happened? Bitch. She had ruined him.
Turning his attention to his shoulder, a few cool drops spattered against it. His brow furrowed, looking up at the darkening sky. Altogether a flood poured down into his face. A defeated sigh left his lips. Of course, why the hell not. The rain continued to pool down, matting his hair against his scalp and making his clothes heavy and clingy. Well, guess it was time to find the herd. Before settling into a town they always picked a spot to camp incase they couldn't get enough money to travel or spend the night. They usually met there to put together their earnings and decide what they could do with it. His hand went to his pocket, idly playing a game of one-handed catch with the wage pouch.
He wasn't quite sure what he was going to do. What he could do. Had he not grown attached to the samurai with the stick firmly lodged up his ass he would have killed him with a twinkle in his eye and a song on his lips. He wondered what Fuu would do if he were to kill her precious Jin. Cry, of course, that was a given. But honestly, what could she do? As much as she threatened to leave and find some tougher guys to come with her, she needed them. She knew just as well as they did that there was no way a girl like her could travel alone and make this journey unscathed. If it weren't for them, she'd probably still be working at that brothel. Then again, she had escaped on her own, so she wasn't completely feeble without them. If he were to kill Jin, she would really have no choice but to get over it and travel with just him, wouldn't she? He ran this little scenario over in his mind. Even if he did put that bastard out of both their miseries, he doubted he could deal with her barrage of pissing and moaning over it.
Why couldn't that son of a bitch have just stayed with that fucking brothel woman? He had a good thing going, that woman was probably the only girl that would ever lay him. And instead of simply taking her and leaving Fuu to Mugen, what did he do? Sent the woman to a fucking convent. Great. Good job, asshole. Get rid of only piece of ass you're ever going to get. How fucking noble. More rainwater began to dribble into his lips; licking at the gathered drops he rudely spat it to the ground. He was getting closer to the camp sight. He had no idea what the hell they were going to do if they couldn't get lodging, but they would figure something out. And if worse came to worse, they could probably just sneak in somewhere.
It appeared that they were having a little meeting about that very subject without him. Mugen froze, not feeling the downpour beat heavier against him, making his clothes sag, cling, and hang from his frame. There they were, Jin playing the righteous son of a bitch that he was and keeping her under his umbrella, while she played the whore that he had come to know her as and firmly latching her lips onto his.
The scene was so disgustingly romantic, it was sick. A couple sharing an umbrella under the rain, locked in a lover's knot. They looked so right together, with their fair skin, their dark hair, his tall frame looming over her tiny feminine one. They were the picture perfect Japanese couple. They were what romance legends were based on. They were the things young girls dreamed of. He wanted to fucking puke.
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People were bored. And people had way too much time on their hands. Fuu grumbled walking away from the village that obviously had no use for an 'irrational little delinquent' like herself. Every place she went to, looking for work, either said they had nothing for her or had 'heard all about her.' The manager of the restaurant she had come from had actually managed to tell everybody and their uncle about her treatment of his customer and now no one would hire her. Thanks to that bastard she was feeling as useless as ever.
---flashback---
"Get fired already?"
Tossed him a glare out of her peripheral vision didn't stop his teasing tone.
"Well, wouldn't Jin just be so disappointed." He jeered.
---end flashback---
Fuu fumed hard at the ground. Stupid creep, what did he know anyway? Lifting her gaze to the sky, she watched the clouds darken and move closer together. That wasn't a good sign. She was going to feel horrible if they had to sleep out in the rain because of her. She didn't know why she had reacted so horribly to that man. Yes he was an obnoxious jerk, but she had dealt with worse.
Reaching the campsite she spotted a decaying log rotting on the ground. Her yukata had been through rain, wind, water, paint, and dirt, she supposed there was nothing worse she could really do to it. Fuu landed on the infested wood with a little 'thump!' Being broke sucked. Slipping off her sandal, her toe began drawing meaningless little cartoons in the dirt. There wasn't anything left to do but wait for them to get back from their jobs and add up what they had. Hopefully, one of them would have gotten good enough work to pay for a room so her wages, or lack there of, wouldn't be the deciding factor.
It was times like this, when she was alone, and penniless again, that her mind would wander to Shinsuke. He had been right; she knew it, the world revolved around money. There were the haves, and the have nots. She hadn't known him long, but she missed him. He was something of a kindred spirit to her. They came from the same background, and had she been born male she probably would be doing something along the same lines of what he had done. He possessed a good heart, it was just in a bad place. She promised him she would never forget him, and she hadn't, she would never.
Perhaps at the end of the journey, she would go back, and tell his mother what really happened. Tell her what a wonderful and loving son she really had, and how lucky she was. It warmed her heart to see how delighted she was at the thought that Fuu was her son's girlfriend. She had even called her a 'good girl.' Fuu had never been called that before, it felt good. It felt nice for a girl that slept with thieves, traveled alone with two men, and once worked in a brothel, to be called a 'good girl.' Maybe she would be able to help Shinsuke's mother, maybe get another job at a teahouse or something. Help her pay for some better medicine. That is, if his mother was still alive by the time their journey ended.
She wouldn't tell her that she wasn't Shinsuke's girlfriend though. It was best to let her think her son had done more good than bad. And in all reality, he had. In the short time they had known each other, Fuu found a friend. A friend that Kami had taken away too quickly. Obviously he liked to do that with people she cared about. When she replayed their time in that building, waiting for either the police or the drug lords to murder them, she wished she had kissed him, hugged him. Done something to make his last moments on earth a little easier, a little better. Had she known he would die that day, she probably would have. He shouldn't have gone out afraid and desperate like he had. He didn't deserve that.
Splashes of something cold shook her from her reverie. Fuu looked up just in time to see the rain come pouring down. Great. Her head sagged miserably into her palm, eyes shutting tightly in prayer. 'Dear Kami-sama, please let us have enough money to get shelter. Just for tonight! I promise I will be a good girl from now on! I won't swear, I won't be disrespectful or blasphemous, or any other bad thing I can think of!' And all of the sudden the rain magically stopped. She gasped pleasurably, her attention shooting up to the sky. The sky that wasn't there. The sky, which had been replaced with the insides of an umbrella.
"You are back early."
She recognized the soft, masculine, tone before she even saw the face. Turning, as expected, there Jin stood right behind her, umbrella in hand and raised above them both. Fuu let out a somewhat disappointed sound. Miracles really did lie in the hands of men, not the hands of God. It was a rather depressing expression when you thought about it. "You should probably sit down." She said, a little surprised that he actually obeyed and sat next to her on the filthy log. "If Mugen didn't get enough money, we may be sleeping out here tonight." It really did hurt her to tell him this, she hated to disappoint him. It gave her the same dread she felt when letting down an instructor, or a parent.
"You did not find work then?"
Oh she found it. She found a lot of work. She just didn't get any of it. "Hai, only I didn't manage to keep it." She confessed. "This one customer was too hard to deal with."
Fuu felt, rather than saw, Jin nod. "You must deal with all of life's obstacles with patience and endurance."
That was probably his way of giving advice, but it always sounded like too much of a reprimand. "I'll remember that."
He nodded again and they were silent as they waited for Mugen. Fuu couldn't help sneaking glances at him out of the corner of her eye. He really was a beautiful man. Like the warriors from little girl's fables. She was curious as to what he thought of her, and wanted to ask him; but he'd most likely disregard her hopeful interest as a childish need for praise. She forgot her casual glimpses had turned into outright staring, and flushed when he took notice of it.
"Was there something else you wanted to say?"
Bring something up! Say something interesting! Start conversation! She should have been in ecstasy to have Jin finally talking to her, but now that his focus was on her she felt like a blathering schoolgirl with a crush on her sensei. "I…ano….no. Not really." Stupid stupid stupid stupid. Her gaze returned dejectedly to the dampening floor as he accepted her answer. That wasn't what she wanted to say. She wanted to say that she was in love with him, that she wanted to marry him, that she wanted to kiss his breath away. She wanted to tell him how much it hurt that he would so easily throw their friendship away for a passing fancy. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to be with him forever. She wanted to tell him about her mother, her father, Tatsuko, Muharu, Shinsuke, she wanted to tell him everything. She wanted to show him that she trusted him and wanted him to trust her in return.
The rain pounded on the flimsy material of the umbrella, and she suspect it wouldn't hold out forever. It was a nice gesture though, that he was willing to be so close to her to keep her dry. Together, under the protection of the papery little shield, it felt like they were the only two people in the world being saved while the rain washed everyone else away. 'You can face bandits, drug lords, slave traders, but you can't even tell a man how you feel? Stop being stupid, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!' Fuu nodded assertively. It was better to have one moment of fear than a lifetime of regret.
She hesitantly turned to face him and once again marveled at his handsome profile. Her stomach felt like it was about to drop to her feet and her palms started to clam and sweat. Her lungs expanded as she took a deep breath, trying to still the butterflies in her belly and stop her anxiety. 'Just think of why you're doing this….' She was doing this because she was in love with him, hopelessly in love with him. She was doing this because she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She wanted to sit next to him and be able to rest her head affectionately against his shoulder, she wanted to look into his eyes and immediately know what he was thinking, she wanted to spend dark nights making love gently and slowly under the stars.
Fuu gradually felt her heart calming; every beat became gentle and focused. A shy determination came over her and it was as if she had no control over her own body, like she was merely a stranger watching as she put her small hand over his larger, paler one. This obviously got his attention, and he turned his gaze to her, patient and questioning. Her heart swelled in her chest as he fixed those beautiful pools of ebony on her and she couldn't stop her face from turning up and pressing her lips with timid deliberation over his.
This picture had played itself a million times over in her head; all with different settings, different scenarios, but the outcome was pretty much the same. Their lips would meet, sometimes he would pull her against him, sometimes she would pull him against her, sometimes he would run his fingers through her hair, or visa versa, sometimes he would put a hand to her cheek and gently tug her closer; but he never just sat, stalk still, his lips cold and unyielding against hers, his eyes were never open as she pulled away, making her think he had never closed them in the first place. He never looked as if she had never kissed him at all, and he never had the same cold, emotionless expression on his face that he always had, in all her dreams he never looked like he did now. And she never felt as stupid and infantile as she did now. She never felt like she had just kissed her teacher and was about to receive a lecture on how her feelings were nothing more than the fickle fancy of hormones. In her dreams she especially never wanted to cry as much as she did now. "Jin, I-"
Fuu was abruptly cut off when a geta clad foot lashed out, savagely kicking the umbrella above them, sending the broken parts flying across the flooded grass, and leaving the rain to drench into their hair and clothes. Jin's hand was at his sword before her mind could register what happened. Whipping around they turned to see a soaked Mugen glaring viciously at them. Letting go of his sword, Jin glowered at the other man's immaturity. Fuu's fist shook heatedly at her sides.
"Whoops." He said carelessly walking to the other side of the rotting log, his tone indicating that his fit wasn't so 'accidental.'
"Grow up." Fuu snapped standing up, feeling her clothes beginning to soak through and stick irritatingly to her skin. While Mugen's little temper tantrum was completely uncalled for, she couldn't help being a little grateful. She didn't know how much longer she could stand Jin's icy stare or his inevitable lecture on her 'silly woman sentiment.'
"Did you find work?" The samurai questioned.
Mugen sent an irate glance in Jin's direction before lazily flinging the little pouch at his chest, annoyed when he easily caught it against his breast. Fucker. He watched as the other man's pale fingers sorted through their added earnings, mentally counting and configuring. "Would you hurry the hell up already? My sword's rusting." He complained, half hoping he had annoyed him into loosing his train of thought.
But the pallid man would not be deterred, his hand paused, eyes stilling, ending their inner calculations with a disappointed breath. "It is enough to buy food. It is not enough to rent a room here."
"What? We're not staying in a fucking palace, that's enough to at least buy one shabby room!" He growled.
Ignoring his temper, Jin shook his head negatively. "No, this town is in a recession. I began investigating prices for supplies earlier. They are a bit higher than what we are used to."
"You've got to be kidding me." He replied dully. The pirate spared Fuu an idle glower. "I'm guessing you don't have any, 'support', to provide either?"
The little woman steamed. "Shut up! I tried! You think I want to be stuck out here?"
Mugen laughed, giving her a vicious smirk that didn't reach his eyes. "I guess you're right. It'd be pretty 'low-class' to continue your little affair out here, wouldn't it? A grand princess like yourself needs a dignified room and bed to spread her legs in, huh?"
Even trained eyes would have a hard time foreseeing Fuu lunging across the log to get at the malicious barbarian. Throwing her body weight into the dive she still couldn't shake off the pale hand clinging strongly to the back of her kimono, the only barrier keeping her from pouncing of the brutish bastard. How dare he! She knew he was aware of her feelings for Jin, but he had never called her on it in front of him! He had never humiliated her so thoroughly in front of him before! He hadn't changed at all; he was just as cruel as when they first met. She snarled, taking furious swipes at his face but Jin's grip on her clothes kept her tethered just a few centimeters too short. Mugen just watched her bemusedly, his eyes laughing at her. Bastard.
"Mugen, that is enough." Jin all but ordered, calmly but fiercely.
The pirate briefly turned his attention to the dark haired man. "Mind your own damn business, I wasn't talking to you." He snorted. "As long as we have the money, we might as well spend it on food." He commented offhandedly, turning on his foot back towards the town.
Jin watched the pirate's back through narrowed eyes, releasing Fuu's kimono as she jerked harshly against his restraint. He knew Mugen had gone too far this time; perhaps he should have let Fuu have him. Subduing his frustration he began to follow shortly after the brutish young man, stopping when he noticed the girl wasn't' behind him. "Are you not coming?" He asked, not turning to her.
"I'm not hungry." She replied through her gritted teeth.
"You plan on staying out in the rain, then?" His voice even and controlled.
Fuu harshly swiped her dripping hair out her eyes. "Better out here alone than in there with him." She spat.
Giving a brief nod he ignored the rain pounding against his head and shoulders. He couldn't' force her to come with them. "Perhaps you should find temporary shelter until the weather subsides." He suggested before continuing on after Mugen.
Honey colored eyes watched the stoic samurai until his form disappeared. She hadn't gone for fear of what else Mugen might say; but also because she couldn't stand to be near Jin another second. He didn't love her. He didn't want her. Now she was just an obligation that had now made their professional relationship uncomfortable. A pang of guilt stabbed at her heart. She hadn't meant to do that. Glancing at the ground, she noticed her little drawing was being washed away. He was right; she should find shelter at least. It wouldn't do any good for them to come back, dry and fed, to find her soaked and miserable. Rubbing up and down her arms, fighting off the bit of cold seeping into them, she walked out of the clearing and into the tree canopied forest. She could feel Momo-san scurrying around her legs, desperate to keep away from the drenched cloth clinging to his mistress's skin.
The water still leaked through in here, but it wasn't the all out sky flood like before. Continuing to tread, she decided to roam around since there was no dry place to sit. Maybe what happened with Jin was a mistake. The way he had looked at her made her feel like a child playing dress up. It made her think of her mother and her in Jisagi's home, with his family; they had observed them with amusement, a samurai's forgotten wife and daughter pretending to be a part of their world. A world they didn't belong to. Her mother had never seen that. She had died still believing she was the wife of a noble man. Fuu had slowly begun to see what they really were. Nothing but the cast offs of a forgotten name. Her father had belonged to that world, not them. And without him they had been lost. Her mother never understood. And Fuu was thankful. Her mother had taught her pride, honor, and dignity. Even though she rarely followed those lessons, she was still grateful to have them.
What was she going to do now? Find her father, tell him how he had left his family and shame him properly for what he had done; only to return to living a life hand to mouth? Yeah, that would teach him. She had once heard an old saying, 'the best revenge is living well.' Now, she supposed, that was one revenge she would never have. Her father was probably already remarried with other children in a nice, picturesque home. And here would come his penniless, forsaken daughter of a previous marriage, and then what? Well, she may not have a wonderful life to rub in his face, but that didn't mean she couldn't utterly ruin his. Where ever he was, and where ever he was living, they would know what their neighbor had done. They would know the kind of man he really was. It was the least she could do.
Her bastard of a father. That's what it all really came down to, really. If he had just been a man and stayed loyal to his family, she would be married into a dignified home and would probably be able to still her mother. But no, he and his selfishness took that all away. He took her life away. How could her mother love such a man all the way until death? She should have hunted him down the minute she found him gone. But of course, she had a daughter to take care of, and couldn't afford to go on wild journeys with a little girl.
Fuu stopped, becoming aware that she was approaching a river. So lost in thought, she had forgotten where she was going, and apparently how to get back, she realized, looking around. This was, in no way, good. Well, now not only would they have to sleep on the wet ground, but there was a good chance they wouldn't get to sleep at all because they had to spend the night looking for her too. Making an irritated sound she should have just cut her losses and stayed where she was. A shudder ran up her feet, to her spine, and back again. It felt like the entire forest was watching her. Trees, bushes, bugs, frogs, cuddly rabbits and all. Shoving her hands into her sleeves she frisked around her kimono for her only current companion. "Momo-san." She whispered, almost afraid something would hear her call for him and come and get her in the middle of the night.
If it weren't for the high pitched 'yeep!' coming from the ground, she would have missed her little squirrel zigzagging through the grass completely. "No, no, no! Don't you dare leave me here alone!" She exclaimed chasing him to a nearby tree until he proceeding to scamper up the bark, disappearing into the leaves. "Traitor!" She hissed desperately, suddenly feeling more alone and frightened than she had a few moments ago. Peering and squinting into the leafy barricade, she tried to see through the darkness, scanning and skimming for a familiar furry shadow or outline.
She sighed disappointedly, her posture slumping beatenly, giving up for the time being. Raindrops fell and seeped through the tree canopy, dripping into her face and eyes. Her face scrunched up in a wince, her hands coming up to wipe the sting away from her reddening eyes as she turned away from the tree; only to let out a startled scream when she was suddenly hauled back against the tree by her throat. Her hands reflexively shooting up to grip, what she felt was a forearm, at her neck, blinking frantically at the water under her eyelids, trying to focus on the form before her.
"Well, you didn't waste much time, did you?"
"Mugen!" She cried, recognizing the sneer anywhere. It was laced with vindictiveness and intent to hurt. Finally her eyes cleared, the picture before her becoming less vague and fuzzy, sharpening into a pair of ruthless gray orbs glaring pitilessly into her own. "What the hell do you think you're doing! You jerk, don't touch me!" She snarled. How dare he even think of coming near her after what he had done.
His laugh was vicious and held no humor. "You never seemed to mind me touching you before? Wonder what changed." He jeered, pressing his forearm harder into her neck, his other securely wrapped around her waist, pinning her effectively against the tree trunk.
Fuu was never really afraid of Mugen before. Suspicious? Yes. Mistrustful? Always. But afraid? Not until now. "You got a little too womanly." She mocked. She had never used his own feelings against him and had never needed to, but right now it was the only defense she possessed against him.
And that defense earned her a swift, hard slap in the face. Fuu's head snapped to the side with the force of it, but surprisingly her cheek didn't hurt that much. Not as much as he could have made it anyway. It was more like a stinging smack to the mouth her mother would deliver for saying bad words when she was younger. A little confidence trickled into her heart, now knowing where she stood in this little game. He wasn't going to kill her, or handicap her for life. If he planned that, then he could have knocked her head right off. But it was just a smarting swat to the face, it was open palmed at that, he hadn't even backhanded her. From what she could tell, his intention was to reprimand, not maim.
Spitting out the little bit of blood floating in her mouth from biting her tongue, she turned determinedly back to face him, looking a little silly with her defiantly daring eyes and her reddening cheek. He glowered reproachfully at her, any of the rancorous humor once present now gone. "Where do you get off? You have no right, how dare you after what you did?" She bit out.
Mugen pushed further against her, leering in her face. "I get off right here." He replied, his hand coming from around her waist to cup her firmly between her legs. "And I think I have every right, you gave that to me in the cane field. As for what I did, what exactly did I do?" His voice was barbaric and cruel; he appeared totally unaffected by the rain pounding down on them, only slightly restrained by the trees above.
An outraged gasp tore from her lips as he gripped the juncture between her thighs. Fuu squirmed and glared daggers at him, her fingers tearing and clawing at the arm against her throat, only stopping when he pressed it deeper into her esophagus, making her light headed. She panted hoarsely, wanting to kill him. "You know what you did, you stupid creep!" She lashed out. He was positioned securely between her legs so she couldn't kick him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He snorted, giving her a little squeeze just to show her who held all the cards.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" She could feel her eyes watering and didn't know if it was from the rain or the horrible things she was feeling inside. "You had no right to say those things in front of Jin! I never did anything to you!"
His nostrils flared furiously. Never did anything! The bitch had utterly fucked up his life and she called that 'never doing anything.' "You never did anything? You did everything!" He bellowed in her face fighting the urge to crush her windpipe right there.
Her hands went from the arm at her throat to swat and yank at the hand currently intruding upon more intimate places. She gasped, freezing when the pressure tightened at her neck, breathing becoming more of a chore than it was a moment ago. She scowled at him through wincing eyes. "What did I do that was so horrible? Nothing you can say would make me deserve this!"
Mugen growled low, replacing his forearm with his hand, tanned fingers grasping steadily at her neck. It was so small he could almost fit his hand all the way around. "You're the one who started this. Its your own fucking fault if you don't like the results."
"We stopped because you're the one who didn't like the results." She glowered hatefully.
"I like my women aware of who it is that's pounding their brains out. You couldn't of told the difference between me and a broom handle between your legs." He spat.
"You shouldn't have cared what I could tell the difference from, it was free and no strings attached." Fuu growled. How dare he blame this all on her!
"All the strings were attached! And they all led to your precious fucking Jin!" He snarled, his fingers closing on her trachea. "Even when we're screwing, its you, me, and then there's Jin!"
Cringing, her heart hurt at the thought. It seemed every thought she owned was connected to that man. A man who wanted nothing to do with her. A man who thought her silly and girlish.
If she was going to defend herself, Mugen didn't let her, opting instead to continue. "It wasn't even me you were fucking! Just my cock with his face behind your eyelids!"
"Be quiet!" She screamed, her hands flinging out to claw at his face, to smack him, hell even to pinch him! Anything to make him stop. "Shut up! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
His head darted back, easily evading her vengeful nails, quickly taking them in the hand that was cupping her and slamming them above her head. "Yeah you probably do. And you know what? You're going to stop right now." He jeered.
Fuu thrashed about ferociously. "Don't tell me how to feel!" She bit.
Tightening his hand on her esophagus she stilled her struggles immediately, focusing more of her energy on not wasting so much of the air she was now loosing. "You're not in any position to argue. Now, you're going to stop flailing around and start being nice to me, aren't you?" His tone leaving no room for discussion.
Her chest rose and fell with a controlled urgency. "Go to hell." She spewed the words like they left a nasty taste in her mouth.
Mugen pressed his thumb firmly against her clavicle. "Keep it up and I'll drag your bony ass with me." He snarled warningly. He left her throat briefly to tear away her obi, letting her yukata hang open like a flag. Using his body to keep her pinned to the tree, he wrapped the tie around her wrists, securing them with a double knot.
She yelped when he lifted her by the tie, dropping her on a random tree knob protruding above her. Her feet kicked urgently for ground as she unceremoniously hung from the little limb. Curling in on herself the best she could with a trunk behind her, Fuu tried to hide her exposed front. "Untie me now, you creep!" She shot, now high enough to be eyelevel with him.
Glimpsing down at her naked belly his hand smoothed its way back up to clasp at her neck. "What did I say about being nice?" He asked with false sweetness, giving his fingers a threatening twitch.
"You wouldn't." Her tone was low but she managed to keep the doubt out of it.
He chuckled, running his thumb up and down the ridges of her trachea. "That's a pretty funny thing to say to me."
"Put me down." She demanded.
"Shut up." His teeth playfully bit at her lips. It had been too long; he had almost forgotten how soft her skin was. Damn, he really was being a sentimental little pussy. He thought dismayed.
Keeping himself between her legs, not giving her feet the chance to kick him in some choice parts, he wrestled out of his shirts, carefully undoing the ties of his hakama. Ever since that night, every time the strings were touched, he always thought of her, her trusting fingers patiently working through the loops and knots.
Fuu squirmed against the bark, rearing her hips away from him as far as they would go with the wall of wood behind them. "Mugen, no, I don't want this." She whimpered desolately, looking down so she didn't have to meet his eyes.
Mugen laughed bitterly through his nose, bringing his forehead to tap against her own, lifting it so she had to look at him. "Its always about what you want isn't it? The sun-fucking-flower samurai, Jin, everything we've done up until now had always revolved around the wants and needs of her highness." He leered at the word 'highness' like a swear.
"I didn't know you hated it this much. Then go, if that's what you want, then leave. I won't say a thing." She said calmly trying not to loose her head. 'Leave……' Fuu pleaded silently.
Stormy gray pools stared into her honey orbs. He didn't know what that sting in his chest was, but he didn't like it. And he hated her for being able to make him feel it with nothing but words. He drew his face impossibly closer to her, gleaming at her though half lidded lustful eyes. "And if I left, that would be about you too. Because that's what you want, now, isn't it? Well, right this minute, I don't want to leave. I'm perfectly happy where I am." He stated, pressing his forehead against hers.
Watching the emotions pass through her eyes was like watching a fascinating battle and he found himself riveted. He pushed his chest against hers, the contrasts of bronze and flesh, wiry muscle and feminine softness, flashing briefly in his mind. It was like putting a rectangle block into a triangle shaped hole, no matter which way you positioned it, they were never going to fit; yet for some idiotic reason you couldn't give up until you hammered the damn block in and made it fit.
He ran his rough hand over one breast, kneading the soft tissue and letting his thumb paw around the pinkening skin. Perhaps small breasts weren't all bad. They fit her, and oddly enough, right now, he preferred her infinitely more to Hirori. As much as he enjoyed seeing her body, he found that he liked watching her face as he did things to that body more. The different things that would pass through her eyes had him unable to turn away, instead nudging his forehead further against hers. Fear, pleasure, sadness, indignity, and so many others whirled and sloshed together in her eyes like pools of different oils pouring into a bowl, each one battling for dominance.
His free hand reluctantly released her breast to travel down her chest to her stomach, briefly stopping to loop around her bellybutton, before reaching the triangle at the apex of her thighs. He cupped her first, proud to find her already moist, and rocked his palm against her. Feeling her gasp against him brought her breasts harder against his chest. She whimpered, biting her lip.
"Mugen, stop." She begged hoarsely.
"Quiet."
A high whine resounded from her throat; her head tossing back away from him, eyes clenching shut. Instantly, Mugen tightened his grip on her throat, pushing his thumb at an angle under her esophagus. She reflexively shot up, coming back to face him, her eyes wide and choking. "Eyes open." He commanded. He wasn't going to have her looking away anymore, no more closing her eyes. He was going to make sure she knew exactly who was doing these things to her, he would make it so there would never be a single shred of doubt in her mind. Mugen was kicking Jin out of this once and for all. He wasn't going to let her play pretend any more.
And then fear appeared to be the dominant color in her eyes. He knew it wasn't over anything he was, or could, be doing to her. It was because he had taken her dreams, fantasies, false hopes and brusquely crushed them under his foot. He was making her face reality now, and the reality was that Jin didn't want her, but Mugen did.
Gnawing the insides of her cheek she tried not to cry out, tried not to make pleasure sounds, not when he was watching so carefully. Not when that was exactly what he wanted from her. She tried to keep still but couldn't stop her thighs from twitching and spasming around his hand as his palm rocked back and forth over where she needed it most, the tips of his fingers diving into her core with each sway forward. This was not what she wanted. She wanted her control back over their situation. She wanted to be able to shove him away. She wanted to be the 'good girl' her mother and Shinsuke's always wanted her to be. She wanted Jin. "Okay, okay, I get the point. Now let me go." She begged, forcing back the frustrated tears, hating having to beseech him like this.
"You can jump me in a cane field, fuck me in a bath, floor, room, and just about anywhere with a stable surface, but this you don't want? Want to tell me why?" He asked, his eyes glinted at her wickedly as he leaned in to lick the raindrops off her face.
Never had she wanted to kill someone so badly. Not even her father. "This is rape you know." She glared hatefully at him.
Mugen sniggered thrusting three fingers deep inside her, his thumb rubbing passively over her clit. "I've committed every crime, sin, and felony at least twice. You think this bothers me?" He smirked.
Fuu cried out, feeling herself clench around his invasive fingers and loathing herself for it. Her body had never rebelled against her before and she wanted to murder him for making it betray her like this. Him and his tainted feelings, his sick parody of love. Bastard. He was watching her, forcing him to watch him watching her. He was ripping away her defenses and leaving her naked and vulnerable against everything that scared her. "Why are you doing this? Because you're evil, sadistic, cruel, or just want revenge against me?" She bit.
Tapping his forehead to hers his eyelashes almost brushed against her own. He looked intoxicated and content, happy just to toy with her body like a new present. "You're really ruining this with your bitching. You know that, right?" He drawled lazily, pulling more thick, sticky, moisture from a place she would make sure he never touched again.
"This is about Jin, isn't it?" Fuu wanted to hurt him. She wanted to bare his wound and poke at like he did her. And she knew just how to do it. He stilled for a moment inside her, before going back to pawing at her intimate areas like an alcoholic in a sake store. "You think you can just screw him out of my head, don't you?"
"How the hell were you not a virgin before I got to you?" He said crudely, hardly believing anyone but he could put up with her bitching at times like this.
"Because I was with guys I actually liked." She spat. It wasn't the truth; she held no affection for Tatsuke, then or now, but she would never let him know that. "Ow!" She winced when he hooked his fingers into her sensitive place a little too hard.
She was wrong. He didn't think he could just fuck Jin out of her head. He was going to. He was going to make her watch while he did things to her only he would do, while he took everything she had to offer. He was going to shove her off that pedestal she was sitting on and trap her on the dirty ground with him. He would rip off her prissy little angel wings and fuck her like the demon she believed him to be, and, in most likelihood, was. Quickly letting go of his irritation, Mugen gave her chin a playful nip, suddenly coming up with an excellent idea. His licks and bites continued down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, and lower still. He had wanted to do this with her, many times in fact, but their previous encounters were always so hurried and furious. Now he had all the time in the world.
Her body tensed beneath his ministrations, which were now skimming up and down her thighs as his lips crawled closer to her nether region. Mugen couldn't help but smirk, wondering what she would think, and knowing no one else had ever done this sort of thing to her. Her legs were wound shut tighter than a locked safe when he reached them, but he only had to give her thigh a hard pinch and they came flaring open.
"Ah! You jerk, what do you think you're doing?" She hissed, annoyed at not being able to sooth the lingering pain he had given her sensitive skin.
Paying her no mind he easily parted her knees like a curtain to the show he wanted to see. He had seen more pussies, cunts, and vagina's than most women probably saw their own, but he had never had the chance to see Fuu's. There was never much time for foreplay between them and he never minded until now when he understood why. He lifted a finger to sluggishly trace along the pink, tissuey, walls, before spreading her lips and getting a closer look. He legs automatically clenched around him, eager to close and block him out.
"I'm not kidding, stop." She tried to shove more assertiveness into her voice but it shook and wavered with too much panic.
He ran his tongue along his front row of teeth, letting his index finger circle around the little bud in front of him. He liked seeing her this way, open and bared before him. Her sex spread and dripping in front of his face. It made his mouth water and salivate.
Fuu was scared and shaking with him staring at such a sensitive place like that. She hated this and wanted it to stop. He had crushed her little framed picture of Jin behind her eyes, what the hell more did he want. She gasped, startled, bucking her hips as far away from him as they would go when she felt him teasingly nose at her folds. "Mugen, don't. This isn't funny." The authority she tried to put into her tone was strangely absent, her command only coming out as a desperate plead.
Her words fell on deaf ears as he chased her hips with his mouth, his tongue darting out to give her an experimental taste. He heard her cry out, whether from frustration or his attentions he wasn't sure, but the aftertaste she left in his mouth was too intoxicating not to have another. Her taste reminded him of sake, the flavor wasn't good or bad but after you had your first drop you couldn't stop yourself from drinking more. He molded his tongue completely against her dampened sex, dipping it into her quivering hole before running it up to flick the bud at the top of her crevice.
Only then did she begin to cry. This was wrong, what he was doing to her was wrong. And she despised him for making her love it. She always had some remnant of control over what happened to her body, but now he was playing with it like a puppet. Making her arch and buck and beg, and all she could do was cry. Cry for herself and cry for what she realized she was. She had so wanted to be the noble woman her mother tried to mold her into, easily writing off her other liaisons as 'accidents', 'mistakes', to be forgiven and forgotten. But Mugen wasn't going to let her forget this one. He was grabbing her hair and shoving her nose in every sin she ever committed. He was tearing her hopes and dreams apart and showing her what she really was. Like her mother, she was one thing trying to be another. She was a sullied girl trying to be a good one. But she could never be a good girl now.
He knew he wouldn't have to worry about her closing her eyes now. She knew her sweet Jin would never do anything so disgusting to her. He would probably do all that 'proper' fucking, and shit. With him always being on top and doing little more than inserting his cock into a tiny hole. Give that a good fifteen minutes of thrusting and it was over. For the life of him, Mugen couldn't understand why she would choose a life of that over what he was doing to her now. He gave a naughty grin before shoving his tongue into her quivering hole, feeling her walls clamp around it with a weak and defeated cry. He lapped at her soaking sex one more time, before moving up her body with heated nips and kisses.
When he reached her face he started a bit. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulder shaking painfully in her hung position. Tears he had expected, no great change came without a little resistance, but this he didn't know what to do with. With anyone else he couldn't have cared less, but he couldn't fuck Fuu with her like this. She looked like a miserable and molested child, crying, hanging from a tree with her robes flapping open. He sighed, a little frustrated and disappointed, as he leaned up to the knob, pulling and tugging at the ties holding her up.
His arms shot out, trying to catch her as she fell but she didn't resist, didn't even try to keep herself up, instead dropping limply to the grass in a drenched heap of soaked robes and hair. He had almost forgotten that it was still raining, though not as hard as it had been before. Crouching down on the grass near her he was at a loss for what to do. Her Yukata was splayed out in a drenched heap, weighing her little body down. She continued to weep pitifully and he didn't know how to make it stop. He remembered when Kohza had gotten a little too sensitive she once told him that girls just liked for someone to be with them when they cried, they didn't like to feel alone when they were sad.
So he squatted there, wet, futile, and ragingly hard. Fuu sobbed against her chest, her bangs plastered against her cheeks and ears, arms wrapped piteously around her shaking form. Women were just too complicated, you never knew if they wanted to hit, yell, cry, or fuck. And sometimes they wanted to do all four at the same time. Men were easier; they always wanted one thing at a time, every urge waiting patiently for its turn. Mugen scratched the back of his head which currently had his hair matted to it in dripping tangles. He wished she would stop her bawling long enough to tell him what she wanted him to do.
"Go away. Leave me alone, I don't want to look at you ever again." She weeped.
Well a lot of good that did. He frowned, he wasn't going anywhere. Kohza had no fucking idea what the hell she was talking about. She had said women wanted someone to be there for them when they were sad. Well he was here, being there for her, and she told him to get away from her. Fuu obviously didn't know how to be a woman. He sighed, making a frustrated noise at the make of his throat reaching his hand out, watching it hesitate before lying on her head, in an odd travesty of a comforting gesture.
Mugen felt her visibly stiffen upon contact. His eyes followed her hand that lifted towards the top of her head where his own hand was placed; pleased that she was accepting his reassurances. His confusion, furious hard on, and lack of blood flow to the right head, all made it very difficult for his brain to process her hand passing his own to yank the chop sticks from her hair before lunging at him, tackling him to the ground and aiming the pointier end of the hair accessories at his throat.
He almost missed but managed to catch her wrist as it came down. Her sitting on top of him like this was not helping his predicament in any way, shape or form. His other hand snagged her free fist that threatened to claw his eyes out. A groan tore through him, his brain torn between his survival instinct and fuck instinct, both were about equally strong. Mugen managed to keep her hands, both the one that was armed and the one that was not, away from his face, but he could feel the mud pressing into the back of his head as he struggled with her. Her tongue moved, forming condemning curses and swears and screams and he wanted nothing more than to take it in his mouth and suck that wicked muscle.
His arms shoved her own away, quickly wrapping around Fuu and yanking her to him in a subduing hug. She thrashed about furiously as he jerked her mouth down to his in a violent fraud of a kiss, holding her face still, he plundered her wet caverns, forcing Fuu to breath through her nose. With a quick wrench of his hips he was inside of her and felt like dying. He had to still himself against the wave of hunger and bliss that threatened to drown him. Gods, he could see heaven and it was right between her thighs the entire time. He made a mental note to tell the local monks that all that enlightenment-through-sacrifice crap was total shit. Pressing his lips firmer against hers he surged his hips up, deeper into her womb.
If anyone ever asked him, he would say he had absolutely no fucking idea, but for some reason, Fuu stilled her scuffling and began swaying her pelvis into his, laying her palms flat against his chest. Mugen took the opportunity to reach up and rip the ornaments-made-weapons from her and plunged them safely into the moist earth beside them. He wrapped one arm around her back, the other rising behind her head to keep her with him when she pulled her mouth away to breath. He felt her pant and sigh against his face and tightened his grip at the mewling noises she made when he hit a certain spot inside her.
Pressing his hand straight against her spine, her back went straight, and her muscles tense, her mouth opened in a silent cry. His breath was ripped from his lungs when her walls closed impossibly tight around his shaft, his body arching off the ground and his hands moved, gripping her ass to make her take him as far as he could go. Slumping back to the ground with a moan and a sigh, he was light headed, dizzy and could only observe as the forest above him twirled, doubled, and swirled around his vision. Her head dropped to his chest, her cheek landing on his collarbone, her fists now positioned comfortably under her breasts.
Mugen swallowed and gulped, trying to get saliva back to his hoarse throat. Fuu lay curled on top of him, her head pillowed just under his neck, and her legs bent at his torso. His eyelids slowly slid shut against the last bit of rain that fell, making a pitter-pattering sound against their skin. They blinked open when the shower finally came to a gradual halt, leaving nothing but humidity and darkness in its wake. Glancing down he watched as her earth colored head moved up and down with his breath, he wondered if she could hear his heartbeat slowing down. His fingers smoothed over the curve of her backside to draw patterns on her tailbone, the free one moving to run up and down the span of her back.
His rough fingers felt nice against her sensitive skin. Fuu sighed closing her eyes and letting herself ride out the orgasmic aftermath. She could feel blissful chemicals and hormones skipping through her blood, making her lazy and content. They painted the prettiest picture of a world with absolutely nothing wrong, nothing for her to be upset, angry, or sad over. Everything was perfect and wonderful. Her tongue slid out to lick the dew from her lips. She knew when it all wore off the happy feeling would too, but for now she would enjoy it. And hopefully fall asleep before it went away and she had to go back to the not so good world.
The humidity would no doubt bring out night crawlers, frogs, and worms but she was off of the ground and safe from that. Letting out a languid yawn he was curious as to whether or not she had already fallen asleep. Either way he'd leave well enough alone, she was fine where she was and this was a boat he wasn't going to rock. Sex really was an amazing thing; he had no idea how houshi's were expected to go without it. It made sad people happy and boring people more interesting. And it turned spiteful bitches into affectionate little girls too, apparently. Mugen lazily pressed his thumb along her spine, leveling over the corded ridges of the bone. He had never let her on top before, but after this he would probably suggest it more often. It was like this that he enjoyed her small stature and size and would prefer her no other way. It reminded him that she was still so young, a fact that was easy to forget when your brain was rushing to your cock. She made him feel stronger and powerful with such a small thing to protect. For once he was glad her breasts were small and her body was childlike at best, he didn't think he could put up with added male attention and competition.
He was glad with the feeling that he saw her in a way that no other man did. He saw the woman in the little girl and had them both. It was anyone's guess what would happen tomorrow, what her reaction and temperament would be when the effects of climax wore off and the blindfold was torn from her eyes. But he would cross that bridge when he came to it. For now Mugen would content himself with the wet girl dozing on his chest and the knowledge that Jin wouldn't be done washing dishes until morning because the pirate had snuck out of the restaurant with the money, leaving the samurai with no way to pay for their meals.
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Ok, well now, how was that? I'm not sure how long this fic is gonna b, I'm guestimating with what I have to write, it'll prolly be around ten chapters, probably less because the chaps r so long. But there will b a sequel that I'm looking forward to dishing out. I've pretty much got this whole fic all planned and rough drafted and what not. But the sequal is called "Sociopathic Crush" and I think u'll enjoy it if u liked this.
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The Deni Pie