Of Gunshots and Sorrow
Chapter 11
Boy vs. Man Part I
AN:/
Moody1656: Wooo! New Chappie. I worked on it since V-Day, though I hate the holiday ('specially since all I ever see is people shoving each other's tongues down their throats), but shit keeps happening.
Mugen: She's just down cause she doesn't have no one.
Moody1656: Which means I have someone ha!
Fuu: Denial.
Moody1656 pouts: Jerks.
Fuu: Anyways she posted a couple of videos on youtube that were inspired while she made this story.
Moody1656: So without further ado, on with the tale!
Mugen: Story.
Moody1656: WHATEVER!
He decided those pants were way too tight on her and that was the reason he was looking at her hips as they swayed...from side...to side...to side...damnit.
Fuu was glaring at the ground as they kept walking down another street. It was hot out today so she was now sweating from the heat. She even wore flip flops, a light pair of jeans, and a loose spaghetti strap top to not suffer so much from the heat.
She stopped abruptly and put her hands to her hips, Mugen ended up crashing into her (too focused on staring at her butt and not the fact that it had gotten closer fast). Fuu turned back around and groaned, rolling her eyes. "Watch where you're going, idiot."
He glared back at her and stuck his hands in his pockets, "The hell are ya blaming me for? I know I wasn't the one who fuckin' just decided to stop outta nowhere." Her reaction wasn't the customary flair of nostrils or snide comment, just a turn of the head and a dazed look. "What?"
She crossed her arms, almost as if she was hugging herself, and shrugged. "Just remembered something, that's all." She noticed his lips start to part and yawned to stop him. "We're lost you know," her statement was muffled by the noise coming from the back of her throat though.
"No we're not." It was as if he thought the statement would stop the conversation completely. Honestly, he kind of figured that out after she said she was thinking, except she'd probably pin it all on him if he said he knew. Considering he was the one that was supposed to lead the way, and more than anything not get distracted by her hips, he knew it'd be his fault and he couldn't get around it (not in his current state that composed of a major migraine and an extra dose of horny as fuck).
Fuu just glared, "Yeah, we are. We're going West instead of East like we were supposed to."
"Hey, you were the one leading anyway." He snapped back. Best method of escaping responsibility: blame the loser by you. "If you knew which direction we were going and which not 'ta go in you'd o' known long ago you were getting us lost."
"I just figured that out, you asshole! Besides, you were supposed to lead. I've never really had as much experience as a street rat like you have!"
His teeth clenched and he pinched the bridge of his nose to not snap at her right there and then. "This street rat is constantly saving your ass, so it'd be nice to not do all the work for once."
A breathy sigh left her lips before she could stop. "Well," he moved his hand from his face to study her expression as she spoke. "I guess we'll have to look for somewhere to crash soon at least. We've been walking for hours and we only got further away, plus it's starting to get dark out."
Fuu let one of her arms drop to her side, while the other still held onto her elbow. That's when he finally noticed it, she was upset or at the very least uncomfortable. Her shoulders were sagging just a bit more than usual, but not so much that they'd indicate to him that she was hungry, her eyes were half lidded, and her lips were set in a straight line. "What's up with you?" He tried to make his tone sound as uninterested and annoyed as possible, but he hoped she wouldn't pay attention to his face because he was sure it'd rat him out.
"Nothing," She answered smiling lightly over at him before walking again, retreating past him, putting a few good feet of distance between them. How can he seriously not remember anything? "Momo ran off again. We should go find him before the sun sets."
Damn the devil, Mugen was actually concerned now. "Hey," He called out walking after her.
She was deaf to his call though, "I swear, that dog can be such a hassle. Like you didn't have a hard time with just me, huh?" She giggled lightly, dark humor she figured. The only reason we've been taking so long is probably me, too. No wonder he can't stand me. Ugh...great...one stupid frickin' night and now I care about what Mugen, of all people, thinks about me. "Stupid dog."
He saw her shoulders shake. Shit. Without thinking it over again Mugen took a few deliberate strides forward and spun her around to see her face. To lighten the mood he smirked and joked, "If he's getting you this worked up we could just leave him be, you know. Or maybe we can find him and I'll sell him to a crappy restaurant around here. I'm sure there's gotta be some crap shack around." Her big round doe eyes just stared back as tears dripped down her skin. "C'mon, girly, what's wrong? It's exhausting to see you cry again after last night."
Her breath hitched, but she just brushed away what he said and tried to get away from him. She didn't want to remember last night, she wanted the luxury he had. "Hey," he snapped her out of it.
"Let's just go look for him," she begged.
Mugen had it and let out a groan, drawling out, "You're such a tight ass."
"WH-What?" That snapped her out of it perfectly.
"I swear I try to actually help you out for once and you just continue to be whiny and a depressing little bitch, who, by the way, I think is on her period right now!"
Fuu scoffed, "So what? I don't fall for your stupid caring act, and now I'm PMS-ing?" She grit her teeth, "I'm not the one being overly sensitive and pissy just cause I haven't gotten laid!"
"Well maybe that's your problem!" He snapped back, a fire igniting in his eyes. "Your virgin ass is so tight from never being with a guy that you're just throwing all yer emotional bull shit at me!"
She took a step forward and stabbed his chest with her index finger, "For your information! I've had a boyfriend before! Actually a few. Just cause I don't go sleeping with everything that-"
"You? A boyfriend?" He snorted, swatting her finger away. "Ah man, you've come up with some funny shit in the past but this is just hilarious!"
"I have!"
One of his eyebrows rose questioningly, "Sure you have. In fact, I'm so sure you haven't I'd tell ya 'ta prove it 'cept you can't!"
"Asshole!" That was all she could take though, so quickly her frown turned into a smirk and she put a finger to her bottom lip pensively. "Actually, I will." With that she turned around again and continued to walk the way they were going before. I only really knew we were lost because of him, to be honest.
Mugen was left stumped in his spot, "Huh?" His eyes traveled back to her hips. Shit, concentrate. He rolled his eyes and rushed after her, "What the hell do you mean you will?"
"As a matter of fact my ex lives a block from here."
"Sure he does," He noticed the coy smirk on her lips and how she twisted her shirt and her hair in an attempt to look more presentable. His eyes widened. "Wait, he does?"
She laughed, pulling her head back. Looking behind her shoulder she answered with another question, "You thought I was kidding?"
"You weren't?" He asked stopping again, she did as well. He watched her carefully. This has to be a joke. She's too fricking innocent. Looking back at her though, her face completely nonchalant, he knew she wasn't trying to pull a fast one on him.
Just as he was watching her she did him. It worried her when she saw his body tense up, and then his jaw tighten, his eyes narrow, his eyebrows furrow together so they seemed like one, and his fists were clenched so tightly she saw them go from tan to red to white. That struck an idea in her mind. "Mugen?" He seemed too angry to listen but she tried anyways, taking a step forward with her hands clasped behind her back and tilting her head up at him. "You're not...jealous? Are you?"
"Jealous?" He snapped back to reality and scoffed. "Please, like I'd go for someone like you."
That stung a little but she kept her face amused. "I bet you are, though. Somewhere deep down inside you have the hots for me."
"You keep wishing that," he chuckled.
"Then what's that?" She asked pointing down at his now bleeding hand.
Shit. "You don't honestly think it's cause of your little lover boy." He smirked back at her and took a step toward her as well with a teasing tilt of his head. "Besides if I'd ever have a thing for you it'd only be for two things you're virginity and your ass."
Fuu gasped and pouted back at him, "Yeah, well, who says I'm even a virgin. For all you know, Shinsuke and I-"
"Hold on there, his name's Shinsuke? What kinda stupid name is that?" Mugen chuckled.
"That's just your jealousy talking." She laughed back.
"Oh believe me, babe, I wouldn't just be here talking to you if I was jealous." He smirked.
She grabbed his injured hand gently and brought it up between them, "Your hand says otherwise."
"It wouldn't matter either way," He pulled his hand back roughly and stood up straight to look down at her. "Cause you've only really been with a boy not a man."
"Meaning?" She glared.
"Means you're still a virgin, also means that you've probably only just had those stupid little kisses where the guy barely even touches you." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms behind his head, "Oh yeah, I'm definitely jealous."
Fuu figured what happened next was the outcome of trying to prove a point and to get back at him for the night before, not some type of crazy result of sexual tension. She grabbed hold of his collar roughly and pulled him down to her lips. If he doesn't remember last night, then I'm going to at least make sure he remembers today.
Mugen didn't fight it, not even if he wanted to, and just sank into the kiss as she parted her lips and teased him with her tongue, pulling it back out after just a little. When he opened his eyes she was smiling back up at him shyly. He smiled crookedly back at her and looked around their surrounding before grabbing her hand and pulling her toward an area away from the street they were by.
He took a hold of her butt and smirked when she glared, "I'll show you why I'd have no reason to be jealous even if by some miracle you grew tits." The glare intensified but he just dove right in and took hold of the side of her face gently while pulling her with his other hand.
He's not gonna make my plan back fire on me! Screw him! Fuu smirked and tangled her fingers into his mop head, opening her mouth when she managed to push him even closer.
They were pretty much battling it out. See who could take control of the situation first and prove they were right...though really if they managed to have some fun why should they just try to ignore it? Mugen groaned against her lips and took a step forward. Fuu's back hit a brick wall but Mugen moved one of his hands and began to rub soothing circles along the small of her back. She moaned and slipped one of her hands down his face, moving his chin lightly, and then let it drag down his jaw line, neck, chest, abs, and then slip up his shirt to feel the scars and muscles she knew were hidden under the garment.
The battle continued until Fuu felt Mugen's hand start slipping its way down her jeans. Her eyes widened and she pulled back, with Mugen's teeth lightly nipping her bottom lip as she did. Mugen smirked down at her triumphantly and she glared. "You're not inexperienced," He commented dragging in short intakes of air through his mouth. She smiled and stuck her tongue out at him, too out of breath to actually make a snide remark. "But you are...a virgin."
The glare returned and she kicked him in the shin before ducking from under his lean frame and walking back the direction she had intended to at first.
"'Ey! Where do you think you're going?" Fuu just ignored him and kept walking.
Mugen glared at her back but trudged behind her yelling for her attention as she kept walking and ignoring him. What's she fucking doing this time? He decided to stop yelling and just followed. She couldn't possibly be doing something stu—and that's when she decides to open the gate to a house.
"You better not be doin' what I think yer doin', girlie." He warned, stopping at the gate.
Fuu felt confident and turned to him with a smirk. "We need somewhere to spend the night." With that she knocked on the door once. But before she got to do it again Mugen ran up to her and grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing?"
"I don't think you get what I'm doin' here. What if there's like..." Mugen looked around nervously in his mind in search of an excuse. Crap. Nothing was coming to him. And then... "...spies—from your dad or somethin'!"
She glared, "Step-dad."
"Whatever. You get what I'm tryin' to get at." He said rolling his eyes. "You just-"
The door creaked open and the two turned to face the door. "Fuu?"
Both stopped fighting and turned to the young boy with brown shaggy hair and eyes looking at them confused. Fuu quickly perked up and smiled. "Hey, Shinsuke!" Mugen puked inside at her sudden sugar coated facade.
Shinsuke smiled automatically at seeing her, "This is unexpected." They stared at each other smiling happily until he saw a dirty hand land on Fuu's shoulder.
Fuu narrowed her eyes and turned to her companion, pushing his hand off angrily. Asshole. He's totally jealous. "This is," she struggled looking from Mugen to Shinsuke, knowing that she couldn't really add a title to Mugen. "Mugen."
Mugen just nodded at the kid, who returned the greeting. The next sentences that passed between the two hardly interested him, something about 'so long since...', explaining they were low on money and traveling to find an uncle of hers or something, and then he let them in.
The two younger brunettes walked ahead of him, pleasantly talking and going into a living room. One look around the place let him know that little Miss Perfect's ex was probably as poor as them. Nothing worth stealing around here.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and plopped down on a flower patterned couch next to Fuu off to the side of the tool who lived here. Though he didn't have any reason to call him that yet, Mugen could tell the guy was a bonafied tool.
"How's your mom doing?" was what brought him back to the conversation.
The guy shrugged, looking down at the ground sadly. "I'm not sure. I'm getting her as much medicine as I can right now, but it's hard you know?"
Mugen scratched the stubble on his chin nonchalantly, I need to shave soon, as he watched Fuu nod understandingly. "It must be." He watched her shocked at the seriousness and caring that laced her voice. Who knew? She can care about other things than her stomach.
The boy nodded, before smiling forcibly at her. "How's your mom? After she remarried she seemed to be getting better." Mugen glared at him. The dipshit just brought up the girl's dead mother. He seemed to notice the tensity in the room, however, and looked at Fuu worriedly as tears began to pool the brims of her eyes. "Is everything ok?"
She shook her head and tried to respond several times. "She..."
Mugen cringed knowing the girl was about to cry. Man, he hated when she did. It was worse than dealing with Jin when he was cranky. "There was an accident," he couldn't believe he just lied for her sake.
"Oh," Shinsuke looked from Mugen to Fuu and softened his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Fuu." He leaned forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "If there's anything I can do..." She rubbed the brimming tears from her eyes with the underside f her wrist and smiled in gratitude.
Mugen just rolled his eyes at the gesture. Glaring at the boy he regained his attention, "As a matter of fact—" He happily started to make a list of requests in his head before Fuu tugged his earlobe harshly.
"Don't pay him much attention," Fuu felt like pleading but thought better of it. "We just need a place to stay the night before going on."
Shinsuke looked at Mugen warily as he rubbed his ear with an angry pout. "I don't know, Fuu. I mean I know I can trust you but right now I can't just let anyone stay here while my mom's sick."
She deflated and in a last attempt grabbed hold of his hands with her own, "Please, Shinsuke. It'll only be a night and I'll make sure he behaves." He still looked unconvinced. "You can be sure of my decisions. I wouldn't be traveling with him if I didn't think I could trust him."
They stared off for a bit—Mugen staring at Fuu as well but like she'd grown a second and third head—before Shinsuke sighed in consent. "We only have one spare room."
Mugen decided it'd be time to pipe in, "We've been in worse places."
"Who's fault is that?" Fuu glared, mentally trying to communicate that it was his fault for not getting jobs like she always tried.
He rolled his eyes, "Maybe you should try doing something other than being a waitress."
She gaped at him, her mouth moving up and down like a fish's. "Maybe you should stop-!"
"Being so amazing?" He smirked deviously.
"Don't cut me off!"
"You know you were thinkin' it."
"So you two are-" Shinsuke drifted off pointing between the fighting duo.
Mugen smirked and swung an arm around Fuu's shoulders, "Having sweaty, dirty, and kinky sex together?" Fuu and Shinsuke's eyes widened as they gawked at the blunt brute. "Fuck yeah."
Fuu just opened and closed her mouth before turning to their host and shaking her head really fast, "No, no, no, no, no. Listen he's just kidding! Aren't you?" She forced the words out through gritted teeth and Mugen just smirked.
"Am I?" He said referring to their earlier spit swat. She reddened remembering how close to actually doing something they were.
"Is he?" Shinsuke restated.
He just chuckled and looked down at Fuu lecherously, "We could give ya a demonstration if you want, kid."
"You're so dead." She whispered deadly to him.
"Guess we're sharing a bed, huh sweetheart," Mugen smirked after she'd shut the door to their temporary room.
She just glared and dropped her stuff loudly on the ground of the second floor. "What is the matter with you?" He shrugged and leaned back against a wall, smirking in anticipation for her latest rant and his snide rebuttals. "Shinsuke's being nice enough to let us stay here and you just—"
He rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the wall, "Relax. I'm sure I didn't put a damper on any chance you had with the stupid kid. He seemed like a fuckin' puppy fer cryin' out loud." He scratched the stubble on his chin for the whatever time that day and casually changed the subject. "Speakin' of stupid dogs, I don't think we'll be able ta look for Momo for awhile."
She ignored the fact that he'd used the dog's name in a sentence and acted as if she hadn't heard the last sentence he said because she was not letting him off so easily. "Will you just stop acting like such a child?" Without meaning to Fuu stomped her foot on the ground.
He quirked a brow, "So, I'm the child?"
"What's your deal anyways? Why do you hate Shinsuke so much?" She continued plopping down on the spring loaded, and squeaky, mattress with her arms crossed. "He hasn't done anything to you."
Mugen glared at her harshly, "What's yer deal? All I've done this last—I don't know, month—has been put up with yer whiny little voice and saved yer stupid ass all the time!" He wanted to stop talking before he said something stupid but realized he never really thought about what he said before so why change. "Hell that guy probably dumped yer ass so hard it's still sore and I'm the asshole! Fer chrissake, girlie." He grumbled flopping down on the bed, closer to the wall and turning his back to her.
"For your information, I dumped him!" She glared at his back. "And I never said you were an asshole, you ass! I just said you're being completely immature about all this, and I just wanna know why!" She finished the last statement by kicking his turned back.
He groaned and turned back around with a cold glare, by this point it wouldn't affect her as it used to—not when she knew she was right. "Don't hold yer breath, cause I ain't tellin' you." He scoffed now and sat up, "'Sides you found out about Hino all on yer own I doubt it'll take ya long to somehow fuck up my life anymore."
Fuu felt tears brimming her eyes again (she was crying way too much today) and did the first thing she could think of, slapped him. "Get off the bed, there's no way in hell I'm sleeping in the same bed as you."
He glared and shoved her off the side, pulling the sheets on himself. "Yeah, 'cause yer takin' the floor, bitch." There was no way Mugen was going to let her just slap him.
He smiled contently when he noticed she hadn't made an attempt to attack him and closed his eyes. Seconds ticked by and still no movement. Fuck. He quickly sat up and peered over the side to make sure he hadn't killed her.
Instead he saw her wiping her eyes with her wrists, her knees tucked tightly against her chest. As she did so she noticed him, not caring that he actually looked concerned for a moment. She ignored him and pushed her eyes against her knees. Bastard.
She heard the sheets move but Fuu kept her stubborn nature and refused to look up. She heard a thud on the ground furthest away from her and curiosity took over.
Mugen laid with his back, again, turned to her on the floor with one of the pillows from the bed. She looked up and saw that he'd left another for her and the sheet. "Mugen...?"
He stayed quiet and she felt her tears stop. Mugen never says sorry. "Shut up."
Fuu moved onto the bed and after minutes of silent tension gave up on sleeping. She stared at his back as it moved up and down. She turned her eyes down to the sheet on the bed, "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't meddle in your life. I'll stop."
He stayed quiet for several long seconds and she thought about speaking again. Instead she turned from him when she just saw his back move up and down evenly with his breathing.
She really was trying her best not to bother him. But it was obvious she wasn't very good at it. Why the hell did he have to save her in the first place? Surely if he hadn't she'd never feel so bad about herself, so guilty, so indebted to him. If he hadn't she probably wouldn't consider her actions so much. Granted she did so after she made them but that wasn't the point.
She just wished there were moments where they could both be mature at the same time and understand each other. Well, more like Mugen understand her. Fuu knew that stupid—those stupid kisses had messed with her thinking a lot more than she wanted to let on but that didn't mean that her wish to be understood by the criminal was any less valid.
As she always did when feeling depressed, Fuu pulled her knees up against her chest. She was too confused. She wanted them to get along but at the same time not because she was sure that if he'd show her any bit of kindness she'd no longer just lust after him or like him as more than a friend or acquaintance or whatever the hell they were. Then she wanted to know that he was jealous of Shinsuke but at the same time not for the same reason.
It was settled. Life was easier before last night.
That's when she felt tears begin to coat her cheeks and lips. Damn it. She was finally crying, actually crying, because of the idiot.
That was all she needed. No actually things could get worse if Shinsuke decided to walk in at the moment.
Her tongue moved across her lips to get rid of the pooling tears as they fell faster.
Maybe I should just leave Mugen. Stay here in the city or help Shinsuke with his mom. A sob escaped her lips and she bit her bottom lip tightly. She really didn't want to leave him. Another sob shook her. Then another. She began to whimper and pressed her face roughly against her pillow to drown out the noises she couldn't stop.
She stopped. Two comforting arms pulled her tightly against Mugen's chest. Comforting and Mugen should never be together in a sentence without the word 'not'. Fuu's mind flashed back to the alley and the warehouse; it took all her might not to turn. "You don't have to worry about me anymore," The words left her mouth before she thought them. "I can start over here. You wouldn't have to worry about me getting kidnapped."
He pushed his face into her loose hair and whispered stoically, "That's what you want?"
No, I want to stay with you and kill the bastard who murdered my mom. She nodded but spoke differently, "No, but I could do it."
Moron, you'll die without me around. His thoughts blurred by the feel of her bare legs as they uncurled and pressed against his. "Why'd ya tell him you trust me?"
"Because I do," she responded automatically.
He shut his eyes tightly, memories of Hino's untimely death flooded his mind and the numerous crimes he'd committed (murder being a major one). "You shouldn't."
She decided to be honest when speaking again, "I know." She wanted to be mature, right? She felt him tense and moved her right hand over his on her belly. "But I do."
He didn't move his hand or respond, just breathed by the side of her head.
She shivered at the way his breath warmed her ear, "Do you want me to stay here?" Fuu turned around to look at him seriously. She found that it was hard to look up when he tightened his arms around her.
He was quiet, not sure how to answer.
"I know you're always saying that I'll probably get killed without you around but maybe if I go to the authorities—"
"You don't want the cops involved," he interrupted. "Trust me." Her big eyes dropped down to the cloth of his shirt in defeat. "I don't care what the hell you do, just don't regret it. Cause tomorrow I'm leavin' with or without you."
Fuu silently wondered how he could be so unaffected by the idea. They'd spent the last month together and he could just be OK with her never being around again. That's just sudden attraction for him talking. Of course it's normal for him to act like this. "Just like that?"
"Just like that," he deadpanned. The room was quiet for several minutes as they both absorbed how drastically different things would be after tomorrow.
Mugen didn't appreciate the seriousness, though, "Ya know what'd be so fuckin' hilarious right now? If your little boyfriend came in and saw us like this."
She rolled her eyes and gently shoved his chest before relaxing in his hold and drifting off into sleep.
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Moody1656: Hey there, hi there! Moody here to say this chapter is specially dedicated to the story's number one follower, Luv4Uncas. I'd explain the delay in the chapter but honestly it doesn't matter much anymore since the chapter's up.
Mugen: This chapter is by far your worst.
Fuu: Agreed.
Moody1656: Butt-holes.
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Shinsuke gently held Fuu's face in his hand, "I never really got over you, Fuu." Her eyes widened. "I'm too late now though, aren't I?"
Fuu's eyes warmed in compassion. She couldn't say she didn't miss him, because that would be a lie but she broke up with him for a reason. A sudden change of heart didn't change anything. Even if it did, she'd changed too much since they last saw each other.
A loud thud in the background caused both teens to jerk back in surprise. "Sup?" Mugen asked casually rubbing his index finger under his nose with his backpack by his feet.
One look at either guy was enough to tell Fuu things weren't going to go well if she made a wrong move, but she shook it off and walked right up to the ex-drug dealer. He glared at Shinsuke before looking back down at her worried eyes, "You can't leave yet."
He glared at her now, "Don't give me that crap, kid. There's nothing to make me stay longer."
"What about breakfast?" She asked quirking a brow.
He blinked down at her in shock. His stomach growled.
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