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A/N: I keep forgetting to say this but all of these oneshots take place AFTER the series! Also I am sorry for Mugen's fowl language and sexual innuendos For me to write a proper Mugen fic he has to be like that so if you have a problem with that I advise you not read fics with Mugen in them.

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Oneshot 3: They Matter

By: AshAnime

Fuu watched as Jin ran a cloth along the edge of his gleaming sword. She noticed that whenever there wasn't really much to do Jin would sit down and clean his sword for hours. The same somber and stoic expression on his rather expressionless face.

"Where do you think Mugen ran off to?" she asked him, her eyes following the cloth back and forth.

Jin's eyes never left his sword. "If I'm not mistaken, he said he was going to a brothel."

"The jerk would." Fuu swung her dainty feet behind her as she laid on her stomach. The dingy inn the three had managed to find themselves in just so happened to sit a few strolls away from a brothel. One couldn't even begin to explain the noises that could be heard late at night.

"Are you upset?"

Fuu gave Jin a questioning glance. "Why would I-"

"Man what a night!"

Fuu jumped as the door to their room flew open and slammed against the wall. Jin simply looked up from his rigorous sword polishing. From the strong and sour aromas wavering off of Mugen's staggering body, it was clear to the two that the pirate was drunk.

"What're you two lookin' at!?" Mugen demanded, stumbling over to where they were and plopping himself next to them on the floor. "Bet you didn't have as much fun as I did!"

"Eew Mugen you reek of booze!" Fuu exclaimed, clutching her nose and scooting away from him.

Mugen scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "That's what usually happens after a few drinks stupid." He was too drunk to notice the scrunched up glare Fuu was giving him and simply yawned.

"How much did you spend?" Jin suddenly asked, as calm and collected as ever.

Mugen squinted at him. "What do ya need to know that fer?"

"You took the only money we have and ran off with it. I need to know how much is left."

Fuu looked back and forth between the two as they glared at each other.

"What if I said none?" Mugen challenged.

Jin sighed and rose to a stand. He slowly sheathed his sword and stared daggers down at a swaying Mugen. "Then I'll have to go earn some so that we can leave tomorrow."

"Do we really have to leave?!" Mugen whined. "I mean this place is so perfect. A buffet across the street, a freaking brothel around the corner…"

"Could you give the whore house a rest already?!" Fuu grumbled, only to get the stink eye in return.

"We will be leaving tomorrow," Jin announced, and that was that. He walked out their room door in search of money and left Fuu and Mugen alone.

"Good riddance," Mugen spat, shifting so that he was now laying on his back. "Always acting like he's got something shoved up his ass."

Fuu sat up and scowled down at Mugen. "Jin's actually being responsible, unlike you. He has to go out and make money since you decided to spend it all."

Mugen rolled his eyes lazily. "Whatever. It's not my fault I've got needs. Wouldn't be surprised if you two were screwing around while I'm gone."

Fuu didn't think her face could feel so hot. She turned the darkest shade of red and tried her hardest not to strangle Mugen on the very spot. How dare he say such a thing? "I-Is that really all you think about?" she sputtered, flustered beyond belief.

"With the way yer acting it's probably true." Mugen smirked at the grunts of disapproval coming from the small girl. It didn't really take much to push Fuu's buttons.

"It is not!" Fuu protested. "And Jin would never take advantage of me like that, though I cant say the same for you!"

At that Mugen laughed. "Trust me, you don't have anything to worry about when it comes to me."

Fuu's pinched expression only worsened. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I wouldn't screw you in a million years!"

She frowned. "Well I wouldn't even think about it even if you were the last man on earth!"

"Same here!"

"Good!"

The two fell into a fit of tense silence. Fuu kept her back towards Mugen as she traced the flowers on her kimono. Mugen closed his eyes and tried to catch some shut eye, but was failing miserably.

"Am I really that unattractive?"

Mugen's eyes flew open.

"You say it all the time. How I'm not a real women. How I'm just a flat-chested brat with no figure. You're always talking about how annoying I am and what a loud-mouth I can be. Am I really that horrible… Mugen?"

Mugen trained his eyes on a crack that ran crookedly across the inn's roof. The words that him and Fuu always threw at each other where never seriously thought over. It was just, somewhat, fun to mess with her and call her names. He never sat down and thought that maybe she had been taking everything he said seriously.

"What about me?" he found himself asking. "Yer always comparing me to four-eyes and calling me a jerk. You go on and on about how obnoxious, dirty and rude I am. Their just words, they don't matter."

Fuu shrugged. "They matter to me."

Mugen's fathomless eyes darted over to Fuu's hunched form and lingered there. He hurt people, killed people, spat in the face of kindness, but for the Ryukyu pirate this was probably the first time he ever felt… guilt.

"I guess yer not ugly." he blurted, causing Fuu to turn and look at him. "You got the whole young thing going for ya. Cant tell you how many girls obsess over wrinkles and stuff. You'll probably get a figure in a couple of years anyway, you're only what, 16?"

Fuu nodded, a small smile forming on her lips.

"See? Now quit whining about being unattractive and learn when to take a joke."

Fuu's frown returned. "You weren't just saying all of that because you're drunk, right?" she asked, turning fully around to face Mugen again.

He smirked. "I aint telling ya."

Fuu huffed and rolled her eyes. She placed her cheek in her palm and studied Mugen's face. The alcohol had closed his eyes and lulled him into a sleepy state. Rarely, did his face ever look so peaceful. "How come you don't have a girlfriend, Mugen?"

A dent formed between the pirate's eyebrows. "I don't need one."

"Eventually you'll get tired of brothels."

Mugen frowned. "No I wont."

"That's what you say now, but someone's going to come along and change your mind," Fuu said, sounding matter-of-fact.

"Doubt it." Mugen opened his hazy blood-shot eyes and stared up at the playful expression on Fuu's face. He hadn't even noticed that her hair was out until just then, as it fell into her big brown eyes.

"You just wait and see."

Hey guys so this was supposed to be posted Friday night and it almost did, but then my computer randomly shutdown and I was too lazy to try to repaste all of this but here it is!

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In the next few fics i'll try to make their feelings for each other seem more obvious! Critique is welcomed!

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