Fuu knew what he was doing, and felt bad for assuming it. But sure enough, whenever she heaved herself down the stairs, and opened the door to the sailor's pub, he was sitting with his arm draped around some bim-

Dude?

She took a deep breath, walked over to the bar, and sat one stool away from him. "Do you have any… I don't, warm sake?" Mugen turned and leered at her as the bartender mumbled something and sat down a whole bottle. "Twenty yen."

He took her money and returned to cleaning the dirty bar with his grimy towel. She saw Mugen looking at her out of the corner of her eye, and took a ginger sip of the drink. She couldn't stand sake whenever it wasn't warm; sure enough, it went down her throat easily enough.

"Is this seat taken?"

She turned toward the voice, and noticed another sailor, this one cleaner than the rest. His hair was brown, and fell to his shoulders. He had a scruffy chin, and unusually white teeth. She smiled and scooted over towards Mugen, and patted the seat. "Nah, go ahead."

"What're you doing, brat?" He spat at her. She glared at him, then pointed at the sailor. "It's obvious he wants to hit on me, so I'm concerned for his safety." She turned away from him and smiled at the sailor, who had already ordered some more sake. She finished hers, and he ordered her some more. They started to talk, and she found out his name was Sayo; He flirted with her shamelessly, and she could feel her head become fuzzier as she drank more. Mugen sat beside her, watching Sayo as his stupid faggot hands fell to her shoulders whenever she almost slid off of the barstool.

Soon, the patrons began to drift to bed or into corners of the seedy bar, and Sayo was sagging in his chair.

"So… where are you sleeping tonight?" he lecherously grinned in her direction. Fuu giggled, and unconsciously shifted towards him, giving him a slightly better view of her kimono cladded chest. "I don't know, where do you think-"

She felt herself yanked off of the stool by her back, and she realized how drunk she was as she tried to push herself from her sprawled position. She heard sounds of fists hitting flesh, but she was more concerned with standing. Like before, she felt someone pull her up by the scruff of her kimono, and she stumbled into Mugen's arms. "Why'd you do that?" she asked (too) loudly, causing him to scoff. "Cause I couldn't tell if ya were Fuu, or some drunk whore. What the fuck did you think you were doin?" She opened her mouth to retort, but giggled instead as her drunken attention span ran out. "Where's Sayo? You'd like him…"

She spun around to look, and her shaky legs made her fall into Mugen again. He shook his head and grabbed her hand, ignoring her feeble protests as he dragged her upstairs.

He felt her hand slip out of his once, and he turned around and grabbed her upper arm, causing her to squirm even more. "I can walk by myself. You just want a reason to touch me." Mugen stopped, and turned around, causing her to back up into the wall. He pressed himself against her, and touched his forehead to hers. "I don't need a fucking reason, and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't give other people one." He stepped back and started walking towards their room, but felt two cold hands land on his shoulders. "Wha-"

Fuu was standing on her tiptoes, leaning towards him with tears in her eyes. "Ah, c'mon, don't cry. What'd I do, huh Fuu? Look, I'm… sorry…" he started to whisper as her lips moved towards his. Like the same magic that possessed him to kiss her the first time, he bent down and captured her lips with his, parting them and feeling a bittersweet reunion as he tasted her again. Her hands had already woven themselves into his hair, and he couldn't help but pull her close.

She pulled back and looked at his face, and was surprised to see it scrunched up in annoyance. "What's the matter?" She whispered. He let his hands roam her bountiful backside, and shook his head. "He's in there." It took a second for her to realize what he was talking about, and she blushed. "W-w-we'll be off of this s-ship soon, so…" She trailed off, and he started to shake with laughter. "What's so funny?" She yelled, smacking him on the shoulder. "You talk like you're a fuckin virgin. God Fuu, don't tell me I was your last!" At her hesitation, he snickered. "I knew it."

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Alright, first time I've decided to step in, lol. I've seen a lot of stories that usually have a disclaimer, so here's mine. 'No matter how many chapters I write, and no matter how good or shitty they are, I am in no way related to the creation of Samurai Champloo.' Also, throw some suggestions at me. I do get writers block occasionally. I'm gonna try to update more often, but this month I'm going to Japan to do some M.I.S.S.I.O.N. work with my church(: