Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction ❯ Tempestuous Temperaments ❯ Who Was He Kidding? ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
"Whoa, look at her!"

"Man, I'd boink her!"

Mugen could hear every word from the drunkards at the table across from theirs. They were talking about Fuu and for some reason it was pissing the pirate off more than he thought it should.

Fuu was oblivious to it all as she stuffed her face. That girl could eat a million times her weight and be hungry within the hour. Mugen glanced over to Fuu, for some reason he liked to watch her. Not that it meant anything..definitely not. She noticed him looking at her and gave him a million volt smile. Hell, she was so happy to have food that she's even smiling at him. Shit, who was he kidding? Mugen knew he loved her. He loved her spirit and her smile...and the way she always saw the good in him when others didn't. Fuu actually cared about him, which meant a lot more to Mugen than she would ever realize.

"Look at the tits on her!"

Mugen looked in Jin's direction to see if he heard the taunts. He did and he was staring at the pirate, like he was waiting for something.

"What the fuck do you want, Fish Face?! Why are you staring at me?"

Jin smirked-if you could call it that-and let out the usual hmmmm followed by "Just waiting for something".

'Damn that four eyed ronin bastard!' Mugen thought. What would he be waiting for?

"I bet she likes it nasty..HEY BITCH, you want some of this don't ya?"

That got Fuu's attention. The sunflower girl looked over to the men and noticed that one of them was making lewd gestures as he stumbled over to her.

"Hey, baby..you wanna go have a good time. I bet you're a good lay.." the foul smelling man wrapped his arm around Fuu and she cringed.

"GET OFF OF ME!" she cried as the man tried to grope her.

"Oh I see..playing hard to get, are ya?"

Just as the man was grabbing for Fuu's breast, a fist came flying into his face.

"She said to get off of her." came Mugen's voice from behind his fist. The man was splayed out on the floor and his friends were getting ready for a fight.

Mugen not being the one to wait, charged into them and drew his sword. They were so drunk that it wasn't much of a fight, but Mugen was so enraged that he didn't care.

"Say, Jin..is Mugen ok? He seems pretty upset." Fuu's voice echoed over the yells from the fight.

"It would seem that Mugen doesn't like it when other guys touch you."

"oh." was all that came out of Fuu's mouth. It surprised her to know that Mugen cared that much and she was overjoyed to hear it.

When all the men were out for the count, Mugen sauntered back over to the table and downed a cup of sake.

"..Mugen.."

"yeh, Fuu?"

"Thank you."

Mugen didn't answer back, but he didn't need to. The big goofy grin on his face said it all.