'What size is Fuu?' Mugen scratched his head in confusion as he rifled through some girly cloth kimonos.

He had come across a new town last night and bought a room at one of the inns with his recently acquired money. He was up all night watching Fuu sleep in the big futon bed. When the sun finally rose, he left her alone to go get her some clothes. That scarlet robe made him aroused and angry at the same time. He didn't like it.

Now, he realized the error of not having any knowledge of female clothing as he helplessly dismissed several pieces of clothing, not knowing what they were.

"Can I help you, young man?"

He turned to see a short older woman staring up at him with kind eyes.

"Shopping for the wife perhaps?"

"Uh...Yeah, why the hell not?" He shrugged. Let this old woman think what she wanted, as long as she helped him.

"I am Iyoku, the owner of this shop. May I inquire about the measurements of the young lady you are buying for?"

He stared at her blankly. "What?"

She laughed kindly. "I mean, what size does she wear."

He looked back to the kimonos he had thrown back into their shelves. "That's what I'm trying to figure out."

"Alright, then. How about height? How tall is this girl?"

He stared at her for a moment, then squinted his eyes in concentration, and held his hand flat up to his chest, palm facing the ground. Iyoku watched as he moved his hand up then down, then up again. "I guess she comes to about here." He said slowly.

Iyuko pulled some measuring tape from seemingly thin air then measured the distance from his hand to the ground.

"Okay how about waist size?" She chuckled as he held up his hands as if he was holding somebody.

"This." He spoke softly, as he remembered holding her in his arms last night.

They continued in this fashion, Mugen going by what she had felt like to him, until Iyuko was satisfied that she knew what size the girl was. "Alright now. Does she have any favorite colors?"

He didn't hesitate this time. "Pink. And...maybe something with sunflowers on it too..."

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Mugen stepped into his room, arms full of his morning's purchases. He had no idea how much clothing a girl had to wear. The whores he slept with only ever wore a kimono. Or nothing.

But, it also relieved him to have so much stuff. It meant Fuu wouldn't be wearing whore's clothing anymore. She would be a normal girl. He dropped the clothing to the floor and turned to Fuu.

Fuu was awake. She sat on the futon, legs still beneath the covers, and stared out the window. She hadn't even acknowledged his presence.

He was immediately and irrationally furious with her. "Hey BITCH! You could at least say 'thank you' after I saved you!"

She turned to him and he swore when her eyes were still empty. "I already told you. I wasn't a prisoner. That was my home. I'm just going to go back when you leave."

"You're home is with me! And who said I was fucking leaving?" He jumped on the bed and crouched in front of her, grabbing her shoulders roughly and shaking her. "Why are you so different? What the hell happened that made you so-so-FUCK!" He threw her away from him and stormed to the other end of the room. "You haven't even...You don't..." He punched the wall violently. "FUCK!"

She watched him silently.

He punched the wall a few more times, cracking the wood. Then spun around and glared at her. "You stay here, I'm goin to get some grub for us." He lowered his voice dangerously. "If you try to leave, I will find you."

"Okay." She didn't fight. Fuu just lay back onto the bed and closed her eyes.

He was shocked. Why did she just agree like that? She wasn't fighting him at all. It made his stomach twist into knots. He had to fix her somehow.