Yo this is my first fic for samurai champloo. I have been wondering what to write for samurai champloo for quite some time now, then this just popped into my head and I wrote it down and here it is. So I hope you will like it. Peace out.

Mugen looked over to where Fuu would normally be. Fuu, oh how he had tried to forget her but then he had to go and run into a little girl who looked just like her. A smaller copy but she still had the same brown hair and chocolate eyes, it was uncanny. However she wasn't Fuu she just looked like her.

It had been almost a year since the three of then had all gone their separate ways. Jin and Mugen had crossed paths once in that time. As fate would have it they met in a tea shop. Mugen snapped himself back to the present. Closing his eyes again he could still smell Fuu's sent, oak and strawberries. He missed, her even though he hated to admit it. He missed the way her hair was uneven and tied back in a messy bum. He missed the way she would puff out her cheeks when she was annoyed with him. He missed the way she used to fight with him about stupid stuff. He missed the way she could eat so much food. He even missed the way she complained all the time, well maybe that one less than the others.

Mugen opened his eyes, looking down at his calloused hands. He remembered the last night they all spent together. He'd woken up before the other two. Mugen looked over to where Fuu was sleeping, her arms and legs sprawled across the wooden floor. Mugen slowly made his was over to her, trying to make as little sound as possible. He used one of his tanned hands to move some strands of hair from her forehead. Leaning down he pressed a light kiss on her temple. He had grown very fond of her in the time they had spent together.

Mugen shook his head free from the memory, covered his eyes with his hands then ran them down his face, scratching his light stubble on his chin. He needed to get him self a whore, he was getting horny just thinking about the skinny bitch. How the hell he was going to get through the days, weeks, moths, and years to come, he had no idea. Oh well, guess he just had to make do with whores. Mugen gave an irritated growl and flopped down into his back in the dirt. With his hands behind his head, he looked up at the stars. Okay now his pants were getting tight in a certain area. Jin had tried to tell him on many occasions Fuu needed him. But never in his life did he imagine that he might need her. Mugen the vagabond, the one from the Ryukyu islands missed a skinny broad with no sex appeal whatsoever. Now his pants were damn right uncomfortable, shit it was going to be a long night for him.

Fin. what did you think? I hope i portrayed Mugen well. R&R.