Alright guys, this chapter has some cough behaviour cough that might make the rating go up, but probably not more than a T. The rating will go back down by next chapter, too, so no worries! OH yeah, and there's a significant action in this chapter that i don't think has happened in the series. And if it hasn, i have not seen that episode, please forgive me Just act like it didn't happen.Anyways, kick back and enjoy all the mugenXfuu goodness!

Chapter 4: Hidden Feeling

Mugen sat on his futon in the dark, the only light streaming in being silver moonbeams that lit up half his face. Anger burned at his stomach, burned at his throat. He didn't want to think, he couldn't think.

How could she? How DARE she? It wasn't fair. It wasn't goddamn fair. For once in his life he had thought he could have something. For once in his life he thought he ould have the one thing he had ever wanted. And just like everything else, it had been snatched away from him. He was nothing. Absolutely nothing. He balled up his hand into a fist that shook. Everything he had ever had got taken away from him. Nothing ever went his way. He'd known that ever since he was a little boy, but only now did it trully hurt.

He turned and punched the wall hard, retracting and covering his face with a hand. He didn't move for a long time, even when he heard the door open and close.

A soft voice broke the palpable silence, "...Mugen?"

He didn't look at her, "Don't talk to me," he said, his voice painfully brutal.

"Mugen, please..." She was crying, but he didn't care.

"Please don't be like this..."

"Like WHAT!" His voice was rising. He was now staring at her, eyes ablaze. He didn't realize that he had also stood and his hands were balled into fists.

"Be.Like.What?" each word dripped in venom.

Tears were now steadily falling down Fuu's cheeks. A searing pain ripped through Mugen, somewhere around his sternum, but he gave no indication.

"I should have told you..." Fuu whispered, "I don't know why I didnt...Please Mugen, I'm so sorry."

Mugen, instead of supressing his anger to return to his usual, non-caring self, did quite the opposite,

"The hell, Fuu, of course you should have told me!" he shouted, "Or were you gonna wait until I'd already plowed you before conveiniently telling me you and Jin were LIVING together!"

Mugen felt something wet forming in his eyes- it overflowed and began pouring down his cheeks.He put his hands over his faec, fingers apart, before turning and stumbling to the floor in one of the corners of the room.

He hadn't cried in god-knew how many years. He didn't know why he had started crying. But now they came freely, hot tears of anger and hatred at himself for being so weak. He cried out of frusteration, for not knowing why he was crying. His whole body ached and stung like no other injury he had ever felt. And he had a strange feeling that no other injury could hurt THIS bad.

"FUCK!" He screamed. He felt like throwing up.

Fuu ran over to him and fell to her knees next to him. When he turned to her, he saw her tears and the fear and anger in her eyes, and she slapped him hard across the face.

"Stop it!" she yelled angrily, "Stop it! Stop crying!"

She slapped him again before her hands fell to the floor in front of her, sobbing. Fuu had never seen Mugen cry, and frankly, it terrified her. She knew Mugen too well to know that anything that would make him cry was horrendous. She couldn't handle him crying. Mugen was frozen to the spot, his tears having disappeared the moment she'd slapped him.

For hours it seemed he listened to her, neither of them moving from their spots, Mugen's eyes staring into the void. Then, he moved and slowly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his body, and she sobbed into his chest as he cradled to back of her head.

"Mugen..." she cried, "I'm so sorry..."

His eyes didn't move, but he tightened his grip on her, "I know..."

He lifted his hand and began stroking her cheek; large, tan, rough hands worn from battle and years of living on the streets. Yet even through the callouses, he could feel her soft skin and he wiped away her tears. He now lowered his eyes to stare into hers, all the life returned to his eyes, now dark and intense.

He wiped away the remainder of her tears, lowering his face ver so slightly, "Sorry," his voice croaked, "Rough hands."

They were inches away from eachother. He could feel her breath, which was calm, and not quivering like it was before in the kitchen.

"No..." She whispered, her lips a moment's apart from his.

"..they're perfect."

And their lips met, at first gently, and then harder, rougher, savoring eachother's taste, drinking it in. Mugen's hand ran through her hair, letting it down and flow around her before tangling her black locks in his fingers. His other hand nestled on her back, leaning into her and lowering them both to the floor.

He drew his lips away from her's, staring into her face.

"Fuu.." his voice was soft, "You chose Jin.Why? What happened between you two?"

Fuu had a distant look in her eyes, and turned her head to stare past the walls into the night,

"I..don't know what happened. I mean..I've always loved him like a would a brother..He's family.And I cared too much to let him go again. It's selfish, I know, but I didn't think my heart could handle it..Because whenever I look at him, I remember our journey together. I remember you..."

She looked back at him, "And those were the happiest days of my life.."

She lifted a hand to stroke his face,tears in her eyes,"You're all I've ever wanted, Mugen. You, and only you..'

His lips plunged down into hers, roughly taking her. At the same time his hand ripped the obi at her stomach holding her robes together and revealing her body to the moonlight, her skin porcelain and smooth. Fuu had slid her hands up him, fingers pulling his shirt over his head. When her hands touched the scar, however, she stopped and pulled away from him, her eyes wide, glancing to and from the scar to his face.

"Mugen..!"

"It's ok, Fuu," he said gruffly, taking her hand that lingered on the scar and squizzing it, "It's ok..it doesn't hurt."

She stared into his eyes and lifted up to kiss him again as he let go of her hand and she let them wander all over his body. At the same time, Mugen had moved from her mouth and was kissing her neck hard, steadily moving lower and lower, lingering at her breasts then at her naval, then lower. Fuu took in breath in short gasps, running her hands through his hair. He eventually mae his way back up to her neck, his kisses now soft and slow, savouring each taste. She had her arms around the back of his neck, taking in his scent, which was a mixture of sweat and a sweet kind of smell, like summer or spring time.

"Mugen.." She sighed softly, "Please, take me now. Don't hold back."

There was a short pause before he pushed into her and she felt him inside her. She gasped and dug her nails into his back as they made hard love on the floor of the guestroom. Finally, Mugen pushed hard against her and lingered there until they both cried out and he collapsed on top of her. They lay on teh floor, half-naked, panting, wrapped in eachothers arms. Mugen pulled her closer to him, kissing her softly on her forehead.

"..Jin can't know." She whispered.

Mugen nodded, kissing her lips again before gathering her in his arms and standing up. He carried her into her and Jin's room, lying her down on their bed. He crawled in beside her and lay with her for a moment before smiling wryly at her and returning back to his room.

"Good night Mugen.." Fuu murmered to him, who was standing in the doorway.

"'Night, Fuu." But sleep had already overtaken her.

Mugen returned to his room, ignoring his crumpled up shirt on the floor, and kicking back on the futon. He stared up at the ceiling, hands behind his head, a stupid grin on his face.

Damn. Today was turning out to be alot better then he'd thought.

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