A/N: I think we can all agree that if Mugen had access to them, he'd ride a motorcycle and look sexy as shit doing it.
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056. Smoke
He's smoking, leaning against a motorcycle in a leather jacket and heavy boots, looking like a stereotype lifted from a movie. Blue tattoos are on his bony wrists, going far enough up to be hidden under his jacket sleeves.
"Nice skirt," he says, smirking around his cigarette as Fuu walks past with her nose in the air and butterflies in her stomach. He reaches out, tickles the hem of her skirt and the soft skin of her bare thigh, and she slaps his hand away.
"Never gonna happen, loser," she snaps, and he's grinning at her from under a wild mop of dark hair.
"Thank God," he drawls, "I like my women with a little more up top. You're as flat as fucking board, bitch."
She shoots him the finger, and he makes an obscene licking gesture with his tongue – Fuu's stomach drops out and she has to focus hard not to trip as she makes the step onto the sidewalk.
While doing her shopping, Fuu wonders why she doesn't start going to a regular market, instead of making lots of little purchases at a stupid, smelly gas station where loser gansters hang out. But she thinks about the extra time it would take, and accepts she doesn't want to bother with it.
Fifteen minutes later, walking out with three heavy bags swinging from her hands, Fuu jerks her nose back in the air.
"As tight assed as you are, I bet your pussy would fucking break a lesser man's dick." He's grinning that stupid, leering grin. And he laughs – laughs! – when Fuu stumbles.
"Mugen, you disgusting jerk!" Even though she's shouting at him (the few regulars pumping gas or walking inside ignore them, as this is a daily occurrence), Fuu is having a hard time focusing because holy shit his jeans are really, really snug, and he looks so yummy straddling his bike like that –
He kicks the bike to life, rolling it slowly backwards with his feet. "Luckily, I'm not a little bitch. Catch you later, Fuu."
"Go fuck yourself, Mugen."
(That night, Fuu does everything possible to avoid it – she thinks of actors and musicians and that cute guy that always comes into the cafe – but when she's gasping into a pillow and pressing down on onto her own fingers, she's saying, "Fuck yes, Mugen, yes yes, yes –" while white lights and his ugly, stupid smirking face flickering behind her eyelids.)