Mugen and Fuu sat beside the fire, allowing their fish to crisp gently. Fuu hugged herself as she gazed around the forest about them. Mugen raised an eyebrow,

"You scared or somethin'? I dunno why. We used to spend the night in forests all of the time when we were lookin' for your samurai dude." He said, leaning back on his elbows. Fuu looked over at him,

"Yeah, but that was when we had Jin with us." She said softly. Mugen sat straight up,

"You little bitch! What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He asked. Fuu rolled her eyes,

"It doesn't frighten you even a little, that someone, was good enough to kill Jin?" She asked slowly, as if trying to explain her remark to a younger child who may not understand. Mugen shrugged,

"Jin probably got careless…I mean, who could he have had to fight in the past two years?" He asked. Fuu shook her head,

"Anyone who went to his previous dojo? I mean, he didn't exactly hide his whereabouts naming it Enshiro Mariya Memorial…now did he?" She asked. Mugen snapped,

"Aha! See? Carelessness, just like I toldja." He said. Fuu rubbed her shoulders gently, as if to dissipate the goose-bumps that were rising there,

"Somehow, Jin doesn't strike me as the type to grow 'careless'…" She whispered to herself. Mugen reached over the flames to pick up his fish, when suddenly the rustling of the bushes to the left caught his attention. He narrowed his eyes, and cast a look over at Fuu. She was reaching for her fish as well, and apparently, hadn't heard it. No use startling the little wuss. He pushed the stake to his lips, and began to eat, quite nonchalantly, cleaning the fish clean off of the wood. Fuu was enjoying her own fish fry, when Mugen suddenly sat up, and flung his stake behind him with a tremendous force. Fuu glared at him,

"Mugen! We could burn that! There's no point in trashing the-" She began, but stopped as a low "Oof," and a squelching sound was heard from the bushes where he had flung them. Mugen stood up, facing the bushes, a maniacal grin on his face, his hand reaching over his shoulder for his sword. A young man, with dark hair, and wildly ferocious grey eyes, darted from behind the tree,

"Heathen! Today you shall meet God, and beg for his forgiveness!" He snarled, coming at Mugen at full speed. Fuu stood up, the man had no blood coming from any wound that she could see, and he was dressed in all-white, the traditional garb of holy men. She moved to the bushes were he had come from, only to find an obvious partner impaled on the stake, and stuck to the tree. She fell back, her hand over her mouth to keep from vomiting the fish she had just consumed. She hit her knees, and glanced over to the fight. The man had taken up a style, in front of Mugen, breathing violently out of anger. Mugen look calm, and cool, that crazed grin still painting his face, as he looked down at the young man,

"I stopped believing in all things holy a long time ago, seeing as the only place I've ever known is Hell." He said, and with those words, dashed in towards the man, his sword raised. The cleric however, noted Mugen's movements, and stepped casually out of the way. Mugen skidded to a halt and turned around, only to have to jump back out of the way of a countering sword strike. The young man let a smug smile reach his face,

"You're covered with so much blood, I could smell your movements a mile away." He said. Mugen raised an eyebrow,

"Say what? What the hell are you, some kinda dog?" He asked. The man examined his blade, seemingly unperturbed,

"On the contrary…Such an ardent worshipper of God as I am was gifted with the power to sense all of God's enemies…and I easily sensed you…" He said. Fuu shook her head, who was this guy? And what did he want with them? Mugen gripped his own sword handle until his knuckles were a deathly pearly white. He gritted his teeth,

"Stop your yammering, and fight, bastard!" He said, and came at the man full force once more. The man never allowed his grin to slip from his face. He didn't throw up his sword in defense as Mugen was used to, but rather, stuck out his foot, and successfully sent Mugen flying through the dirt on his face. Mugen pushed himself up onto his elbows, and spit out the dirt,

"Damn…" He snarled, and flipped over, only to find the young man standing over him, with his blade at Mugen's throat. Fuu chewed on her fingernails roughly, afraid to do anything that would get Mugen killed. If she didn't do something soon however, he was going to die anyhow. She reached over for her pink lacquered knife, and stood, when suddenly a wet sound pierced the night air. Mugen was drenched with blood, and the man fell down into a heap, and sword wound right through his chest from the back. Mugen wiped the blood from his eyes,

"What the hell?" He asked. Another young man, with black hair tied back into a ponytail, donning an airy blue outfit, and wearing black glasses stepped into the firelight. Fuu dropped her knife,

"Jin! Your alive?"