Behind the Glass

Out to Lunch

"Come on, girl! We're just going out to lunch. There's no one to impress!" Mugen impatiently yelled to Fuu who was taking her time getting ready in the bathroom. After a few more minutes, she came out. "What the... Fuu! You make me wait for practically an hour and you look exactly the same as usual!"

Fuu scowled at him. "No I don't. See, look," she turned to show him her hair. "I added a barrette! Sparkly and fancy, isn't it?" He just looked at her. "What? These things are really hard to get in your hair, you know."

"Yeah, ok. Let's go or we're going to be late," Mugen said while dragging her by the arm with him. He started dragging her before she was ready for it and was caught off balance by this. Luckily Mugen was there to catch her. Strangely, though, he caught her and didn't let go. After a few moments Fuu started to feel uncomfortable.

"Um, thanks Mugen. You know me, clumsy as ever. He he he..." She trailed off when he brought his other hand up from his side and used it to push her body closer to his. Why, she didn't know, but her stomach jumped at this. She hugged him back because seriously, how often would this happen? She heard a nasally sort of sound then, right by her ear. Her eyebrows automatically raised.

"Mugen... are yo-- did you just smell me!"

"Mnh. You smell nice."

"...Thank you?"

The tone of her voice then broke off Mugen's trance. He pulled her away from him while giving her a shy lopsided grin. He knew he was acting different than usual, but he didn't care. For some reason, he was sort of happy. "We better get going. Like I said before, we're going to be late."

They arrived at the restaurant with no more complications. They asked about each other, just like they had done the night before, and this time they answered truthfully. Fuu realized they weren't strangers and they just hadn't seen each other in a long time. That would make anyone feel uncomfortable at first... right? Mugen dismissed it all together.

They took their seats and when the time to order came, they were both prepared to pack on the pounds by ordering half the restaurant. Waiting for their food to cook would take a while, they both knew, so they talked.

Mugen was sitting across from her, staring intensely at his chopsticks. The last time she checked, Fuu knew you couldn't mind bend chopsticks. She gazed at his face and the scar caught her attention.

"Mugen, how did you get that scar on your face?" she asked. He looked up at her with confusion written all over his face.

"What scar?" Fuu pointed to a mirror and the side wall of the restaurant. He jumped up and took a look at his own reflection. "Oh, this thing!" He sat back down looking amused. "I got this from some lord. I don't even remember his name, but I sure as hell remember his wife's name. It was Bigan--"

"That's not a name, Mugen!"

"Well it would suit her, believe me. I followed her home one night when I saw her on a bridge. She was just staring at nothing in particular with this look on her face. So when she was going home, I approached her. I said 'Hey, Bigan. Why do you look so sad?' She turned to me and said, 'Because I don't have a reason to live.' 'I can change that for you,' I told her and then I tried to kiss her--"

"Pig!"

"Shhh! This is the good part. So I try to kiss her when out of nowhere, twenty guards jump out of nowhere along with her husband, that lord guy. So I fight off all of them. But when I've gone through about half of them, the girl calls out to me. 'Watch out!' she says, and her voice is so beautiful that it makes me stop and turn to her. Right then, one of those guards sliced my face. That pissed me off and I killed them all, quickly at that. When everyone but the lord and Bigan was dead, I walk right up to the lord, who was shaking and crying, and I flicked his forehead. It was so funny, the look on his face! Ha ha ha... Anyway, then I go to Bigan and kiss her, long and hard. The whole time her husband is watching with his mouth open, rubbing his forehead! I said 'Bye, Bigan.' and disappeared into the night."

"...Um..."

"...What! I'm not making it up!"

"You followed her home? That's weird, Mugen! You're sick and twisted!"

"It's not that bad, Fuu. Actually, no I didn't. I just added that part in there to make it sound more interesting. How it really happened--"

"Always the story teller, Mugen." The two bickering people sitting and waiting for their lunch turned around at the sound of that voice. There, standing completely as preserved as they had left him five years ago stood Jin.

To be continued...

Note: "bigan" means beautiful face in Japanese.

Yeah, I don't know why but I can't write these chapters any longer! I'm sorry about that. This chapter is strange, isn't it? I kind of suck at writing right now. I'm still in school and trying to get all my work done. When school gets out, though, hopefully these will be better. Thanks to everyone who's been commenting! Keep that up, I really like that. ;-)