Disclaimer: I don't own Samurai Champloo and I (unfortunately) never will muffled screams from Jin and Mugen come from locked closet. Um... yeah... ignore that. But I made up some of the characters (of course). So yeah. There you go, you stupid lawyers!

Ok, I realize that they are gonna be a little OOC, because this is my first fanfic ever. I also know that Jin is way out of character, but I kinda had to make them all like that a little ;;; And then the fact that this is my first fanfic ever, I'm sure the character's are way off. But I'm sure it'll improve as I go along.. Hopefully.

Poison Sake

Mugen sat at a table in the far back of the bar, drinking straight from the bottle. He noticed a few women pass by who would probably take him to bed in a minute. He smirked, standing with the bottle in his hand and walked toward the women, who were eyeing him now.

"Yo ladies. Doin' anything tonight?" he said it bluntly, smirking. The women were smiling at him, giggling at an unheard joke that was probably among the four of them. The laughter, however, stopped when their eyes spotted something behind him they weren't too pleased with. "Who is she?" one of the women asked, directing the question toward Mugen and pointing.

"Who's who?" he turned around, the smirk on his face fading a bit. It was a girl. Her face was hidden by her frizzy hair that was left loose. The bar walls dissipated, leaving them in the middle of a deserted road. The wind blew her hair out of her face, but he still couldn't make out her features. She was tall, but not taller than him, and skinny. The first thing he noticed about her was her large chest that didn't seem to match the rest of her body, which wasn't very shapely at all. In her hand she held a sword that looked too heavy for her. The end of the blade drug the ground as she slowly made her way toward him.

"What are you planning to do little girl? Attack me?" Mugen laughed. "Sorry, but I don't fight little girls." she didn't take any notice to his words, but instead just kept walking toward him. She was close enough now that he could make out more of what she looked like. He noticed the sword, which had a trail of blood dripping from it onto the dusty road. Her footsteps were light, almost so that he could barely hear them, even on rock. He raised a brow, because she just kept walking.

He could hear her steady breathing now.

She stopped a couple inches away from him. 'What the hell is this bitch doing?'He wanted to take a step back, not liking how close the girl was to him, but he couldn't move. His eyes widened as the girl leaned forward and wrapped his arms around him with a surprisingly tight grip. "..." he tried to speak, but no words passed through his lips. His arms started to rise, hugging the girl back in a tighter grip. 'What the shit am I doing?' he hadn't raised his arms out of his own will. Though he fought not to, and tried to deny it, he liked this feeling. The skinny girl's warm body against his own not so warm body. However, it wasn't a lustful feeling, but that of something he had never felt before. He could feel her hot breath against his stomach, even through his shirt. He put his head on top of hers, as if almost instinctively, and smiled. A smile. A real smile that had never crossed his face before. The types of smiles that he never really let cross his face before, because it was one with a peaceful and gentle nature to it.

"I love you..." the sharp pain of something striking his back and going through his body snapped him back to his normal self.

"You wench!" he tried to take a step back, but the girl's tight grip on the sword wouldn't let him. He noticed that the last couple of inches of the blade was sticking out of the girl's back. She looked at him, and his eyes widened.

"You're –!"

Mugen woke in a cold sweat. What time was it? He looked out the window. It was still quite dark and the moon was still bright. He climbed to his feet and walked outside into the warm summer air, trying to keep himself warm. He was still trembling.

'Why the hell am I having these damned dreams!' he punched a tree, which only resulted in busting his knuckles.

He paid it no attention.

He dropped to the ground with a small "plop" and sat cross-legged so he could think. The ground was moist from a rain that had poured down earlier in the day, making his legs muddy. He thought about it, but it made him angry when he couldn't figure out why he had been having this dream for the last two weeks, each lasting a little longer than the one before. After awhile, he got tired of trying to figure it out and went back to bed, only to have the same dream again.

Fuu watched Mugen hit the tree. The sight of blood coming from his knuckles made her stomach clench. She became somewhat sad. She didn't know why, but lately these feelings for Mugen had been rising in her, wanting to break free. Her pride wouldn't let her admit it to herself. At times, she finds herself thinking about him. Then she would blush and try to hide her face. She knew that Mugen probably hadn't caught on yet, but Jin was another story. He has an idea of what she's thinking about, but not exactly who. And she knows this, because through his glasses she often catches him giving her odd and knowing looks out from the corner of his eye.

She silently watched him through the crack of the thin paper door, until he turned around and stood. Her eyes widened and her heart started to pound in her chest. She spun around on her heel and quickly made her way to her bed. The three had to share a room, since that was all they could afford if they wanted to eat.

The door opened and the sound of wood on wood told Fuu that he had come back inside. She tried to stay awake until he fell asleep, but her sleepy mind finally gave way and she fell asleep before he could.

The next morning, the three had made their way into the down town. It was filled with homeless people, mostly children, and animals. Each side of the street was lined with broken-down homes, bars, and small shops.

"Wow. This is shitty." the comment earned Mugen angry and envious looks. But the people giving these looks, attention was soon diverted by two little boys fighting over stale bread. They gathered around the two, shouting, "Fight! Fight!"

"Come back here wench!" a deep voice took the three's heads toward it. A young girl dressed in men's clothing came running out from an alleyway, skidding to a stop, then running again, causing a storm of dust and rock.

"Suckers!" she looked back, and ran into Jin. Her eyes widened at the tall man. She put her hands on his shoulder's and pushed herself up over his head and onto a roof, and slid down the other side and hid.

"There she is!" a short fat man pointed a sword at Mugen. "She stole my money!" Mugen snorted.

"I'm not even a damn woman!" Mugen had his sword unsheathed and pointed at the fat man. "And I didn't take no money."

"You lie like a dead horse!" the fat man spat. "I saw you take it with my own two eyes!" he launched at Mugen, who merely dodged it and stabbed the man in his side. The two other men ran off, obviously caring more about their lives than their money. Mugen smiled, obviously content with himself.

"That was close!" Fuu and Mugen jumped at the sound of the voice. They turned to find it was the girl that had ran off. Though the hat, at the angle she was at, covered her face, Mugen knew he had seen her somewhere else before. "But like always, I get away with what I want." she rubbed the bag of money against her face, smiling. And it was once again, silent.

"Michiko," the girl said, "is my name."

"Did anyone ask?" Mugen threw at her, still smiling.

"Hmm, nope. No, you didn't. But I told you anyway. Whatcha gonna do about it? Kill me like you did that fat man?" her words were calm but sarcastic. Mugen growled, obviously annoyed by the girl's response.

"Hi Michiko. I'm Fuu." Fuu decided to say something before Mugen attacked the girl.

"Nice to meet you Fuu." the girl smiled. "What brings you three around here?" Fuu smiled back.

"We're on a mission to find the samurai that smells like sunflowers."

"I'm a wanderer. Well, actually I'm looking for my brother."

"Who's your brother?" Fuu was interested in where this conversation would go. So were Jin and Mugen, since they were secretly listening.

"I don't know, really. I know he left when I was too young to remember him, and I don't think he knew about me. The old couple I was staying with told me that he didn't, from what they knew. They told me that we look much alike, and they were about to bite the dust and that I should look for him since no one else could – or would – take care of me. They said that he's a demon."

Fuu subconsciously thought of Mugen. "Maybe you've seen him?" the girl said, taking off her hat to reveal her face. Fuu's eyes widened, as did Mugen's.

Now he knew where he had seen her before.

She was tall and thin, like Mugen. Her eyes made her looked tired, like Mugen's. Her eyebrows were thick and went thin, like Mugen's. Her nose, from the side had the bump like his did, only her nose was more rounded at the tip. But the thing that said they had to be related the most was their hair. If her hair was shorter, they could almost be twins. The only thing that didn't look right on her body was her chest, which looked too big for her body.

She took a good, long look at Mugen. She took a couple steps closer to him, which he took a couple steps back. She jumped for him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, which threw him to the ground. He felt that warm feeling again, like in his dream.

"I've finally found you! I've been searching for six months, and alas! I've found you!" she sat up, sitting on him. "Tell me, what is your name?"

"Get your bony ass off of me!"

"Tell me your name, dammit!" she grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled his upper body up as far as it would go, considering she was sitting on him. He threw her off and stood, grinning. She caught herself with her hands and twisted around so that she kicked him back off his feet again.

"Now tell me your name, bitch!" she screamed at him, making a few people look at the two oddly.

"His name is Mugen. Now shut up so we can get moving again." Jin's monotone voice pierced them. They had forgotten he was even there.

"He's right." Fuu said, her stomach growling. "I'm getting hungry."

Michiko's scowled, face turned into a sweet, innocent smile. "Can I come, too?" her voice went soft and her eyes grew wide and juicy. "Please? I have no where else to stay."

"Hell no!" Mugen got back up off his feet again, not bothering brushing himself off. "I'm sick of you, brat." her eyes got wider and juicier. Was she crying?

"Please? Pretty, please?" she dug in her oversized shirt and pulled out the bag she had been holding earlier. "There's enough in here to eat on and get rooms at a decent inn, I'm sure of it. And I don't eat that much and I don't take up much room! And I'll be quiet I promise I won't even make a sound and – "

"Fine! You can go, just, please, shut the hell up!" Mugen mumbled curses to himself in defeat. They started to walk again, and the skinny girl kept her promise. She was quiet most of the trip.

So how did you like it? Please R&R!