"Oh, Pookie! Don't tell me you haven't known!" Jin whispered in her ear, tugging at strands of her loose hair.
"I just...can't, I mean, you, and Mugen...Pookie?" She was speechless, of course she hadn't known. Jin didn't drop the clearest of hints.
"So, you've loved her or love her? As in just today." Mugen asked, tapping his index finger on his chin.
"Can you leave us alone for a sec?" Fuu pleaded, as she was about punch the punky samurai's face.
"Well, loved her. Duh!" He said.
"How long?"
"Well," He began. "Its been a while, but she was an annoying little thing when I first met her. Yet as we knew each other, I yearned for you."
He grabbed her hand and placed a warm kiss on it, "Oh Fuu, you made me the happiest little man in the world!"
Jin then took her by the waist and swung her around like a doll. Fuu, though she didn't know why, laughed and rested her head on his chest.
"Shit, this is creepy. I think he's just drunk." Mugen suggested, smirking.
The silly and supposable sober man stopped and placed her down slowly.
"How will you believe me, Mugen? Do you wan't me to dance? I can dance! Just give me a beat." Jin said, swaying back and forth.
"Act like your usual self. Now, your acting like...a friggin' kid. Grow up and tell us what you think Of Fuu." He replied.
Fuu twirled her hair, 'That's right...He still continues to act like a child...He could be thinking life is a game.'
"Okey Doke artichoke!"
Jin adjusted his glasses once more, took a deep breath and frowned.
"Dear Lord, you are to only be blind if you cannot see my true love for Fuu. Isn't it obvious? I've been keeping it from you because you could not and would not handle it maturely. And Fuu, I hid it from you because I believed I would dislike you reply."
Mugen's jaw dropped and Fuu's eyes widened. He was telling the truth after all.
"Any more silly questions? Or may I continue to play around some more?" Jin asked.
"Thats...fine..." Mugen managed to say.
He exhaled and smiled widley, "Goodie! I was getting tired from being so darn serious! Serious is so five hundred years ago..." He twiddled a finger through the air.
"Seriously?" Fuu joked.
Before Jin could even respond, he fell to the floor helplessly.
"Oh my God! Jin?!"
'Oh no! Not now! Not here! Why me?'
"Yup, he's gonna get the hang over of his life tommorow. Not gonna remeber any of your crap. I'ma go ahead. You can stay here if you want." Mugen said.
She didn't say anything to him, she simply nodded her head and waved for him to leave. She ran her fingers through his silky black hair.
"Fuu? Fuu, please."
She exhaled, "Oh thank God. I thought you were going to forget everything and just...just...leave me alone in this relationship."
She swore she saw a tear drip from his pale cheek.
"I am afraid...I will, Fuu. I won't remember any of this tommorow morning."
"But...But! No! We just started!"
'Now I'm acting like a child...'
He smirked, "Now now, even though I'll forget this, you won't. Keep that in mind.
"Jin...Can I do something to atleast make you remember?"
"Oh Fuu, I told you, nothing will-"
She pressed her lips upon his in a warm kiss. Her lips were much softer than he realized and he was almost depressed when she pulled away.
"I love you, Jin." She smiled.
He took her right hand and put against his chest, "Me too, Fuu. Me too."