The very beginning of my first ever "Samurai Champloo" fanfic. Please review.

- Laced with Cyanide (Previously Chenoan)

01

Prologue

Fuu

It had been a mere month since I had seen either of them.

I had trouble coming to terms with my new life, coming to terms with this loneliness I felt. Each morning it would be the same, I would wake and then I would work, then, in the afternoon I would sleep some more, the days exhaustion too much for me to bear. Every thought would be dedicated to them, of the adventures we underwent and the struggles we went through. My thoughts wandered to the states of starvation I went through, I would always smile as I recalled Mugen's unkind responses to my whining, yet he would always find a way to feed me; he never failed to take care of me.

It was a sad thought that I only recalled these truths now, not once had I ever stopped and recognised just how kind he was being to me. His nature camouflaged that kindness well, too well, I would think sadly to myself. How I longed to live that life once again, not one day was alike, not one moment was boring, not one moment was I alone and not one moment was I without them…was without Mugen.

He would have gladly given his life for me and I would have gladly given myself to him but I didn't have the guts to reveal that truth. I was weak, stupid and a wimp and as a result I was filled with regrets and I wasn't so sure that those regrets would ever leave me. I let him go. I watched him walk away, I felt the heaving sobs threaten to break through my throat, I felt my body shiver, it killed me to watch, but I did because, otherwise, I would never realise that he was gone.

Never to return.

If I wasn't so exhausted each night I would cry myself to sleep. But I was, this strict schedule getting to my now free spirit. This world of which I had once belonged to no longer the world I belonged to. It was a place that seemed foreign, I only put up with it because I needed the money, the little willpower I had left dedicated to staying alive. Though the little willpower I had to stay alive was constantly at odds with the other.

But then it happened again.

Déjà vu hit me like a slap to the face; I sure as hell knew my face looked as though I just had been. Just like all those months ago he entered the restaurant where I worked, the sun shining around him leaving only his godly silhouette for me to marvel at. My mouth parted in surprise. He walked in and sat down, it took every muscle in my body to prevent myself from throwing my arms around him, creating a scene which could possibly get me fired. I walked up to him and smiled. He looked up at me, one eye was lazy. I looked at him oddly for a moment before I realised what was going on.

He was drunk.

Three in the afternoon and the idiot was already drunk!? I shook my head, half of me wanting to hit him, the other wanting to hug him. I smiled warmly at him and he smiled back crookedly,

"Hey," he slurred, his eyes focused firmly on my chest, I growled, slapping him in the bead,

"Snap out of it you idiot, it's me Fuu!" He looked up at my face and his eyes widened, for a moment he seemed to sober,

"Fuu?" he slurred in shock, "what are you doing here?"

"I work here you idiot"

"Here?" he said, disbelieving, I tilted my head sideways, never had I seen him this kind of drunk before, I began to worry but then he burst out laughing to an extent that everyone stared, "who the fuck would hire you?!" I growled, stepping on his foot violently, he yelped.

He stood up, grunting and mumbling incoherently, I wanted to stop him but somehow I couldn't, I just couldn't, it was better if he left.

. x X x .

That afternoon I left work to find a surprise just outside the door. Mugen was passed out in the alleyway next to the restaurant, his face seemed angry in his unconcious state. two men stood around him, kicking him, I could see the anger on his face as he slept,

"Oi, get up, you can't sleep here"

"We said move i-"

"Uh, sorry," the men turned to me, an intimidating look in their eyes. Mugen's eyes crooked open, I couldn't understand why he was taking this, if he was awake then why didn't he just beat the crap out of these guys already? "Uh, sorry to interrupt but, this man fell asleep waiting for me, he's my responsibility," I saw Mugen stand up unsteadily, rubbing his head, squinting his eyes as he tried to make out the situation. He walked passed the two men as though they weren't even there and looking down at me, a smirk on his face. We walked back to the room I was renting and there I lay on my futon, exhausted by the day's events.

What I didn't expect was for Mugen to lie down next to me.

He looked at me, that same smirk plastered on his face. Lazily he rolled over on top of me so that my body lay completely beneath him, his face held that same smirk, his eyes seem to bore down into my own, staring into my soul, reading every thought that had crossed my mind the passed month, every thought of him.

His lips crushed mine, I had always known he wouldn't be gentle, but I had never cared, it had never fazed me, Mugen in his truest form was what I wanted, but only if he would leave it without regrets,

"Mugen, you're drunk," I said, trying to argue, he grunted, "Mugen"

"Shut up," he growled, as he tried to undo my kimono,

"But…" his lips met mine again but this time they were much softer, it was a pleasure I could have never imagined. I didn't complain any further after that, complaining would only make him stop.

And that was the last thing I wanted.

. x X x .

The next morning he was gone.

It didn't hurt me as much as I thought, not a moment did I spend regretting the previous nights actions. I had gotten the little piece of Mugen I had always wanted, though not for as long as I would have liked. But all I had really asked for was just one piece.

One piece of his love.

But it would be only a little longer before I would realise just how much of a piece he had given me.

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