Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Samurai Champloo and all that jazz. So, refrain from suing me. I do not have money.

Note: This probably seems like it has moved kind of fast but what do I care? You shouldn't either….Arg! o.0

I was sleeping now, stuck in a dream that I couldn't wake from. I could feel my body on the outside warm and fevered. On the inside though, my mind was so trapped and tormented. It all made me feel so filthy, worthless…Sick.

In my dream there were so many people, but I couldn't see their faces. They all were ripping at me, beating me, yelling at me. It made me feel so weak. In my mind I was screaming out but it was falling on deaf ears.

My body was so warm yet my spirit so cold. Like it had been out in the cold rain so long it had become frostbitten when the cold winds swept in and froze it to my skin; froze it there just to pain me. I could feel my body toss about. But then, I sunk down further into a bed and its covers. Holding me in your warm embrace melting my spirit I could hear you speak to me. You speak the truth and I hear it, saving my life.

The nightmare stopped and I actually managed to sleep. Once I woke everything was so dark I could barely make anything out. Wherever I was the room was quite big. I was able to make out to large windows with their blonds closed and other bits of furniture such as the enormous canopy bed I was in.

Slowly I crept out from under the covers and placed me feet on the cold hardwood floor. The room was surprisingly warm. To my surprise I then saw I was naked; I had probably been undressed so I wouldn't get sick in those cloths. Wait…Who the hell undressed me! Perverts! While I was being scatter brained and thinking about something so stupid I remembered what happened. I sprang up and found a dry robe at the end of the bed with some silk slippers and threw them on. Once I was at least covered I felt around the pitch black room until I felt a door knob. I opened it just a crack and spied out the door. There was no one in the hall so I tip toed out. In some places the floor plans creaked like an old rocking chair causing me to freeze in place. I really didn't know where I was going but once I found it I'm sure I'd know. At the end of the hall there was a very large door which looked like it led to the master bedroom. The door was open ever so slightly allowing the light and heat from a fireplace to emit from it. Disregarding who could be in there I placed my hand on the door pausing for a moment; then I slid through the open corner and shut the door behind me sure not to make a noise.

I stayed in from of the door for a bit to survey the room. It was even larger than the one I was previously in. The ceilings seemed to arc up like in a church. The floor was made of black and grey marble with large oriental rugs strategically placed. In front of the fireplace there was a small table and a cozy love seat. The walls were so beautiful; they had large scale paintings covering every inch with dragons, mountains, lush forests, and all sorts of other Japanese creatures and scenery. Lastly the bed caught my eye. It was about the same size mine had been, also with a canopy around it. The curtains were dark black and closed causing my interest to pique. I couldn't help but wonder who was in the bed.

It was strange how quickly I had gotten over the recent occurrences of being kidnapped, about raped and killed. I guess I was just trying to validate if he was a dream or not. Maybe they did sell me and refrained from killing the family? Really though that man seemed too wicked to not go through with what he had planned.

Discarding these thoughts I brought myself back to the current situation. I began to inch to the bed again and each step that brought me closer to it raised my anticipation further. It even made it seem vaguely erotic sneaking up on someone as the slept. Finally, I was at the foot of the bed and parted the curtains with my hand. Instead of looking in on them from the side I climbed up onto the bed. Luckily the bed didn't seem to move enough to disturb them. I just couldn't stop and turn back I just had to know who was asleep under those blankets.

Unfortunately there was a sheet pulled up draping their head to hide their identity. It all seemed so planned to pull me closer. They seemed seductive to me. The covers hugged their figure accentuating their bone structure. Such as the hips as they poked up then curved in just a touch at the waist; or how it clung to their abs and the ripple of muscles was visible. How their arm was strewn to the side and naked, uncovered by the sheets. It was so strong looking, so…tan. I crawled to their face like a wild cat stalking its prey. I let my hover above the sheet then peeled it back delicately.

His hand sprung forth and grabbed my arm and his eyes languidly opened like everything was moving in slow motion. The look in his eyes made me want to throw myself on him. I wanted to kiss him, feel him, just make up for all this lost time and show him how I felt. Before I could move he sat up still with his hand around my arm. His eyes bore right into mine as if he was reading my thoughts and saw my very soul. My heart began to pound as I let my moth open faintly in an attempt to speak. He was so close to me I could see the beads of sweat glisten on his body.

"Mugen…"

He didn't say anything he just kept looking at me. There was so much emotion in his eyes. Fear, concern, lust all jumbled together.

"Mugen, is this a dream?"

His posture was so seductive even how his lips parted for him to speak.

"No. You aren't dreaming Fuu. So, exactly what happened?"

"The owners of a bar I worked at were selling me off in marriage as a princess. Then I believe they were going to kill me…"

"Stop getting yourself into trouble you stupid girl."

Mugen gave me his sly grin like he always had then sighed.

"I spose you wanna know what I've been doing. Really though I don't think any explanation is necessary."

"That's not the point baka. Tell it anyways or else."

"Or else what?"

He leaned towards me with his face inches from mine. I should have known better than to say that. With him nearly on top of me I turned a bright red and lowered my head to try and hide it.

"Just what I thought. Nothing. Well since you want to know so badly all I've done is travel then I started a gang. We just steal and all that sort of stuff. Nothing I haven't done."

"How did you get this place?"

"Took it."

Fuu scowled at his unexplanatory response but didn't push it further.

"Shouldn't you get back to your room?"

Fuu's eyebrows turned down making her look so hurt. Mugen didn't quite know how to comfort her.

"Could…Could I stay with you?"

Mugen's eyes widened in amazement. She wanted to stay and sleep with him. Fuu! Mugen could feel the blood in his body rush between his legs. The thought of her lying beside him was so unbelievably arousing. Even how she looked made his body tingle. She probably didn't notice that the short silk robe was slipping off of her shoulder; and some of her hair was dangling out of place from where they had been pinned. Her makeup had still been on but the lipstick had smudged off a bit making it paler.

Impulsively Mugen raised his hand to her collar bone and let his fingers run down to the top of her breast that was trying to peak out of the robe. He could feel the shiver that jolted through her body from this contact and it just urged him to do so much more. Reluctantly he pulled his hand away from her delicate body, that creamy white skin. It had felt so good; softer than the silk robe on her.

"I'm sorry…"

Mugen let his body drop back onto the mattress and acted as if he had already fallen asleep. Fuu laid beside him and pulled the sheets up over herself falling asleep faster than she expected. Now it was Mugen's turn to be troubled in his dreams, his though were far more pleasant.

Mugens body felt almost numb to him from all of the tension building within him. This by far was the best dream he ever had. It wasn't like he had never dreamt about a woman in a sexual manner but when it was about Fuu it was overwhelming. In his dreams he could be open with her and express himself in any manner. Whatever was going on in his dreamed caused him to moan in delight pulling Fuu from her slumber.

"Mmm Fuu…"

Fuu stifled a laugh and blushed. She was actually flattered that he was moaning her name?

Wow Fuu aren't you demented. Flattered by a man moaning in pleasure…moaning your name.

Fuu glanced over at him and did he ever look happy. Then and there she confirmed he had to feel the same about her. She turned herself around again about to shut her eyes yet again and he let out another moan. She smiled to herself and shut her eyes trying to ignore the feeling that shot through her.

Note: Um…I like food.