I keep deleting my story cuz i keep forgetting to do stuff lol .
So yeah, i would really like it if you reviewed my story, good or bad, i take it all.
And i dont own Samurai Champloo, though i wish i did -sigh-
So yeah! I hope this is the last time i have to delete my story hahaha...
"Mugen!" Fuu gasped as she saw him, he reeked of sex and alcohol, his lip was cut and bruised and you could see lip stick stains around his mouth "What?" he muttered in an annoyed tone as he lay by the fire that Jin was feeding with wood, putting his hands behind his head.
"What happened to you?" "None of your business," he muttered as he turned around "and shut the hell up, im tired and i want to sleep..."
Fuu and Jin looked at each other for a few brief seconds and then Fuu looked away, a blush came to her cheeks "I wonder why..." she muttered.
Mugen found himself confused, nothing had really mattered to him in his life, but now he wasn't sure if that was true.
It had been a month and a half since his first encounter with Jan.
Lately he tried to go to the brothel everyday to visit Jan, each time was like they're first encounter, Each time the sex they had made Mugen loose all thought or notion of anything but her,
no other woman made him feel the way she did, no woman caused him to think of them everyday, but now Mugen caught himself from time to time wondering when he would see her again, not only that, but Mugen was no longer interested in any other woman but her, no matter how attractive they were, Jan, to him, would top them all, her lips, her hands, her body, those tattoos, they drove him mad with pleasure and desire and made him loose all logic.
"God dammit..." he muttered with anger, wondering what was wrong with him.
"Mugen...?" Fuu asked him timidely "Hm?" he grunted, not bothering to look at her as he lay sprawled outside the hut they were currently staying at,
"Are you...gonna leave today too? i need to know so i know wether i should make food for you or not..."
Mugen thought for a minute, frustration rising as he thought of Jan and the strong pang of desire that made his stomach jumpy,
he frowned and sat up, looking at the setting sun "Nah, im gonna stay today..."
And Mugen stayed, he also stayed the next day, and the next, and the next.
One day led after another, until what was a few days became a few weeks and then he found himself thinking about Jan once more,
but Mugen wasn't one to give in so easilly, he was about to stay once more when a little girl walked up to him and gave him a card,
she was the daughter of a whore and was destined to be one just like her mother, but she didn't know that, and she smiled sweetly at Mugen as he received the letter from her. Mugen cursed under his breath as he saw all the letters on the paper,
half a year ago he was tought to read and write, but it was still somewhat difficult for him to read.
Still, he began to try when he read the word 'Jan' on the front.
It took him a few minutes of strained thinking to figured out it said:
My dear Mugen...I want you to come back to me.
With each day i think more of you, i absolutely hate you, yet im cant stop thinking of you,
i think of you so much that i wake in a cold sweat, i yearn for your touch, i want you so bad that i think im going to kill my way to you.
ill be waiting for you until the sake drowns my desire.