Mugen hefted the coins in his pocket, the ones he'd 'confiscated' from the bank. He liked that word. It was better than just saying he stole it. Sounded more official. The bank didn't pay him very much to sit on his ass and wish he was at a brothel. No matter, he could go there now! he entered the red light district, whistling absently. His eyes roamed from side to side at the different whore houses, trying to decide which one looked like it would have the hottest girls.

He was glad they'd left that other town. It was boring at best and fucking dull at worst. The only exciting thing was Fuu killing some guy who'd tried to rape her. And she got away with it, no charges pressed. AND she got to keep the knife. Lucky bitch! the officials had been decent, just asking that they leave after making sure Fuu wasn't hurt. Not bad for her first kill... not good either.

He hated the fact she was being so goddamn quiet. She didn't even LOOK at him when he'd told her he'd rather rub up against a wash board than her bony ass. Of course, Jin had given him the 'glare' but he as usual ignored it. Except... she wasn't screaming back at him anymore. he hated admitting it, but he was beginning to miss her shrill come backs. It was part of the fun. Now... he was bored all the time!

She wasn't acting like her normal self either. He doubted Four-Eyes even noticed. The bastard never noticed anything beyond the end of his nose. Weren't glasses supposed to make you see better? He needed to get his money back, then! Mugen could only guess what was wrong with her. Fuu was probably upset over killing some wannabe rapist. She probably thought she was going to hell and all that other bullshit. Heh, she was stupid! Hell wasn't for people like her. It was for him and Pale Boy. Pale Boy... yeah, he liked that better than Four-Eyes. He couldn't wait to call Jin that the next time he saw him!

Mugen stopped when he passed a shop, walking backward to look in the window display again. Speaking of Fuu... he saw something there that looked like her. Yeah, she'd like something like that. Feeling the weight in his pocket, he decided he had enough and went in. If that little bitch ever said anything again about him not doing shit for her, he was gonna break some teeth off in her mouth! He leaned on the counter and banged on the bell until someone came out from in back, looking mightily annoyed over the noise. It was their own damn fault for putting a bell out like that!

"What do you want?" the man asked coldly.

Mugen motioned over his shoulder with a thumb. "I like your window, pops. The black one with the little pink flowers... how much?"

"That one. Fifty ryo."

"Kiss my ass! I've seen stale pussy for cheaper than that. I'll go fifteen."

The man's eyes widened at the greatly decreased price. "Fifteen! Are you trying to rob me?"

Damn it... what a good idea! Why hadn't he thought of that before ringing the fucking bell? Gritting his teeth at how dumb he was, Mugen, said, "I'm not payin' fifty for that."

"Thirty, then!"

"Twenty!"

Rubbing his chin, the man grinned and nodded, holding out his hand for the money. Mugen forked it over, still pissed that he didn't think of stealing it first. Damn it, she was rubbing off on him! Once his purchase was wrapped up and he was given a receipt which he crumbled up and left on the counter, Mugen returned to the little room they were renting out. He was really proud of himself for this gift. This was just what she needed to feel better!

Fuu was stretched out on the thin sleeping mat, hair loose and eyes closed. She wasn't sleeping though. Mugen squatted down next to her and tossed his gift onto her stomach. "Here, gotcha somethin'."

She opened her eyes, confused. Sitting up, she pulled the tie on the thin little package and reached in. She stared at the thin little knife and sheath, almost exactly like hers except it was black laquer with dark pink and red flowers instead of the white on pink. "Huh? What-,"

Mugen leaned over her and grabbed her old one, the charms tinkling against one another. "This one isn't any good." He pulled the charms free and handed them to her as she continued to stare numbly at him. "So, I'm gonna toss this piece of shit for you, okay?" He stood up and left, knowing she was staring after him. He'd known she'd like the gift... but he hadn't expected her to check him out over it! Damn, now he had one more female to beat off with a stick.

Fuu returned her gaze to the slim little knife, pulling it free of it's sheath. Mugen had gotten her a gift? How unexpected... She smiled, returning the blade home before wrapping both hands around it and hugging it to her. Inappropriate? Hell, yes! But touching? An even bigger hell yes. She knew this was only Mugen's way of letting her know he cared and was worried about her. He figured if she didn't have the thing that caused so much pain, she'd be fine. And, in a way, he was right.