Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai Champloo or any of the characters. If I did then Fuugen would be so canon that no one could deny their relationship.

Reflections

It's not like he cared, not really. Who that bitch had the hots for was her own damn business. And, likewise, it wasn't her damn business if he were to go to a brothel or not; or possibly even home with some sexy ass stranger he had just met two minutes ago. He hadn't exactly been doing that lately, but if he were to then she would have no right to be angry; just like he had no right to be angry about her liking… Jin.

"Damnit what does she see in him anyway?!" Mugen vehemently voiced his thoughts aloud and then paused his stride when he felt two sets of eyes upon him. 'Well, three if you count that bastard's glasses.'

"Uhm Mugen, are you feeling alright? The heats not getting to you is it?" the concerned voice of Fuu asked hesitantly.

He stayed silent – refusing to answer her question. What was he supposed to say? 'Oh no, I'm just pissed that you have a thing for four eyes back there..' Mugen couldn't stop the self deprecating half laugh that slipped from between his lips. He knew that probably wouldn't go over well and, besides, he would be damned if he ever admitted to being jealous of the Samurai for anything.

Finally he responded, "Nah, I'm fine. Let's go – we need to find your Sunflower guy remember?"

That was the end of the discussion, but as Mugen allowed the other two to walk ahead of him; he shook his head slightly and closed his eyes – deep in thought again. 'If only you really knew how much I've grown to like you, Fuu.'