CHAPTER - Two - First Time for Everything

RATING - T - Some mild violence/bad language/sexual content

PAIRINGS - Mugen x Fuu

NOTE - Don't own Samurai Champloo

I rolled onto my side, hiding my face underneath my hair. Sleep was difficult to obtain when my mind continued to shift back and forth between the past and the present.

If there was one word I can never say in public, it was regret. My dictionary had no such six-letter word within in—nothing. It was something foreign and inconceivable to the point that thinking of it gave me head trauma. Damn, and yet I'm wasting my time recollecting my past and everything that led up to me being stuck with the stick-thin waitress and four-eyed loser.

Whatever, let's get back into it…

Shit had taken a turn once I joined the fatass' gang of pirates. Fatass' real name was Captain Kuki (no shit, that was his actual name) and he sailed the seas along with his men. The majority I can forget, because I have, but the few that I can remember included a skinny twinkled-toed guy named Gato, a bulky, hairy dude named Ikki and lastly Ryuu.

Ryuu was the easiest to remember. He was the ship's navigator, an old fart who harbored a deep love for the sea and sparked a gold tooth in his mouth every time he smiled— which was a lot, sometimes too much that I'd ask why. He'd tell me that he's just doing what makes him happy and what made him happy was stealing, eating, sleeping, fighting and smiling.

Now thinkin' about it, I miss that old fart. He was a nice dude, really the only one who taught me the basics of survival (although I credit myself as being self-taught). He's also the one who named me, the first time he said my name I thought it was a complete downer.

"Moo-gen?" I repeated, emphasizing the first syllable with disgust.

Ryuu scratched his chin. "Hmm, I was considering Kuki Jr. if you'd prefer."

"No," I said before he even finished. "But why Moo-gen?"

"First of all, it's Mugen, and it's a strong, fiery name for someone like you, kid." He chuckled, revealing his gold tooth. "Be proud of it because you're stuck with it."

Hell for what he was worth, he was a good guy. He taught me how to fish and how to steal with as much silence as a pirate could do before he ran with the booty.

Speaking of booty…

There wasn't an abundance of it where I come from. Of course, there's that old superstition that a woman is terribly bad luck on a boat filled with sweaty, testosterone filled fuck-knuckles whose only occupations are to steal, kill and get laid. Most of the crew would talk about their excursions beyond the sea, some further away then others and they'd make jokes and slobber over talk about big tits and ass. During those days I was a stupid cabin boy, so I had little time off to hang about the crew deck and cough up some juicy conversations. I wouldn't even be able to participate regularly if I had because at the time I was still a virgin.

My moment came when I was about fourteen, my voice had deepened, my balls had dropped, and I grew hair in other places other than my head. It was with a broad who wasn't severely atrocious but wasn't pampered to a crisp either. It could have been because Ikki had her before me but she smelled of a mixture of sweat and other pheromones that I'd rather not get into.

Regardless of how bravado and cocky I acted at the time she could sense my nervousness underneath it all. I was probably like that since Gato and Ikki were standing in the same room drinking booze and watching the whole show with plastered smirks on their faces. Maybe they were proud of the way I handled it, maybe they were mocking me, or maybe they were—

She was a cool chick though. She talked me through some stuff and she thought I had a nice body and rugged features (which I might add, I do). Unfortunately, when I walked out the other guys didn't follow. I heard some muffled screaming on my way up to the ship's deck. Never saw her the next day, or any day after that. I think they threw her overboard.

Shame, I liked her.

Third Person P.O.V.

The floorboard shifted and Mugen looked over his shoulder to see Fuu had rested herself about a foot away from him. Jin was leaning against the wall on the opposite end with his sword in his embrace.

The vagabond noticed a few tendrils of hair slip down and over the young girl's face. He carefully rolled himself the other way towards her and reached up to tuck the tendrils behind her ear. Fuu twitched at the contact between them but neglected to wake up. Content, Mugen shut his eyes and waited for sleep.

Author's Note:

Wow, how long has it been? Almost a year since I've written anything on fanfic, and over a year since I've written anything for this story. I hope you guys enjoyed it and sorry about some graphic nature, had to be done. I hope you liked the ending bit though, tehe Fuugen! Please review for more