Okay so I decided to finally make a MugenxFuu fic! Yay me! To be honest I don't know where this is going to go, but maybe if all read and review then it'll turn out spectacular:wink wink:

Um, I'm rating it T to be safe, there might be some violence but I'm not that great with those type of things so excuse me for lacking there of :P, okay moving on

Disclaimer: Don't own, but don't need to since I liked how the show came out anyways, hehe…well I guess I would want Mugen and Fuu to end up together officially but whatever.

"The Vagabond is getting away, seize him!" Voices rang out through the dim sanctuary, now infested with law enforcements, that which could be the only name given to those who 'rightfully' served for justice in the Edo period. They were after a man, a very interesting man.

It was anachronistic, the way the said vagabond would wield his weapon, his fighting stance, which was crazed to the unknown eye, unpredictable, got the better of his opponents, it was to his advantage, he would escape death at every possible opportunity, nothing could kill him.

Except for one girl.

Racing through the halls he was coming short of breath, he had been running for awhile, now normally he wouldn't run from a fight, no matter how pointless, he loved the thrill of taking out his shamshir and using highly unorthodox swordplay and capoeira-esque movements to cut down his enemies, the sensation of satisfaction for killing mere weaklings was only surpassed when it was done in order to protect someone he, without actually saying it, cared about.

Turning a corner he had reached his final destination, the meaning more than just the act of finally arriving to the place he needed to be at. "Freeze Vagabond! Your time ends here!" He was surrounded he knew this much, slowly he closed his eyes, his partner…

"Take Care of Fuu."

Was not going to help fight this fight.

Snapping open his eyes wide he surveyed his surrounding and started to slash down his opponents, trying to create a path, a few cuts and bruises never got him down, but these weren't just a few cuts a bruises. A small Tanto was embedded in his back…his Tanto. How it got there? He couldn't recall, must've backfired. He huffed in annoyance as another man fell to the floor lifeless.

"Fuu."

He could see the outline of her laid out figure, on the cold musty floor through a single door entrance, out running the nuisance that which he loathed before this incident he ran inside the opening and, without much effort, sealed the door tightly.

"Get the explosives, the weaponry, anything! Get this (whicky whicky wack ) door open!"

Slowly placing his shamshir down he gently walked up to her. " You stupid brat." His voice didn't do justice to the words that escaped his now pouting lips, brooding face, and shaking hands.

She didn't respond to his obvious presences, he took this opportunity to kiss her lips gently, still no indication that she knew he was here. The circumstance for her being in this place was nothing special. Same ole Fuu, Same ole troublesome bad luck Fuu. He picked her up, the drops of blood coming more and more now, hitting the floor once sporadically now constantly.

Lightly placing her in between his now seated position against a gloomy, matching their surroundings, pillar. her back softly against his chest, his legs separated, one to each side of her, his hands rested on her chest gently, Mugen was a pervert, all knew this, but this was no perverted action.

As his hands took their place his eyes grew wide, slowly, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular, just in realization.

She's not sleeping.

"One, Two, Three!" Bam. They have gotten through. Surrounding him entirely, no escape visible, not as though he would have been able to escape smoothly if there had been one in his current position, the leader of the armed men spoke harshly.

"It's over."

He kissed the back of her head. His vision became blurry. His hand slowly left their place on her heart. He could hear their feet shuffling, his head dropping, he wanted so badly to hold onto her, to not let them tear her away from his grasp. But his grasp was no longer there.

His words faded into the darkness that occupied his sight. "To hell it is…"

Okay! There ya have it, hope its um well readable, review I guess and remember " Not all is as it appears!"

If that makes sense. Mwa! Laters