A/N: Wow, you guys have stuck with me through all this time… I love you guys. Sorry for the long wait….I've been going through PC problems. But as always, read and review

Samurai Champloo doesn't belong to me……

With Broken Wings

Chapter Seven: War, all of the Time

What a lame job

Mugen let out a low yawn as he scratched his leg. It was his eighth hour sitting in a chair in front of Sakura's door. Not exactly what he had in mind when he took the job, but at least he was one step closer to his target.

He leaned back on the chair, resting his head on his chest. In his mind he started to count all of the tiles the lined the wall in front of him.

"Mugen."

He looked up, but no one was there, he pouted and stood up, looking down the hall. When he was sure that no one was around, he sat back in his chair, continuing his adventures in scratching.

"Damn it Mugen, open the window."

He looked up again an walked over to the window, he looked out into the night, seeing that no one was there, she shrugged and went back to his seat.

Must be hearing things.

"Damn it….why are these windows built so high off the ground."

He recognized the voice, it was Fuu. He smiled and walked over to the window leaning his head out. There, jumping to the window, was Fuu, pouting and cursing, "Well, well, it looks like you can't be with out me for very long after all…little girl." He rested his head against his palm, letting out another yawn.

She looked up at him, almost falling back for a second. She narrowed her eyes as she looked up at the tan man, "Shut up and help me get in there."

"Sorry, can't let anyone in." he let out a cat like grin.

"Damn it Mugen, this isn't funny, why the hell are you working here any ways?" She took her eyes away from him as she continued her adventures in jumping.

Mugen turned around, resting his elbows on the window sill, "Good pay, and a great view." He looked up at the rice paper door; inside he could make out the silhouette of a woman taking off her kimono.

"Gah, you're such a pervert." She finally grabbed on to the wooden window sill, bringing her self up slowly. She started to push him out of the way as she climbed in. "I don't understand why you had to take this job, there are plenty of good ones…ahh!" Losing her footing, Fuu started to see the wooden floor at a rapid pace. Moving with cat like agility, Mugen, grabbed hold of her and brought her to a safe landing on her feet. She looked up at him, his strong arm holding on to her tightly.

"What was that?"

Mugen turned to the direction of the voice, "Shit, It's Sakura." He looked at the girl he held, "You need to get the hell out of here."

Fuu stood up and dusted her self off, "The hell I'm leaving." She looked up at him, "I have a few things to say to that prissy which." She pushed past Mugen and marched straight for the door.

He grabbed her arm and dragged her back to him, "Listen, go back to your house and leave me the hell alone."

"Mugen?" The rice paper door slid open slowly, Sakura stepped out in her lavender yukata.

"Shit." Mugen looked around for a hiding place for the auburn haired girl, seeing none, he closed his eyes and pushed her out the window. He heard her hit the grass with a dull thud, he opened his eyes and looked out, to see her laying on her back, tears welling up in her eyes.


"He pushed you out a window?" Jin lifted the small cup to his pale lips, "Was it a long fall?"

Fuu pouted, slamming her fist on the table, sending Momo tumbling out., "No! But that's besides the point, the point is that he pushed me out a window, for Kami's sake, who does that?"

"Mugen."

She sighed and rested her head on the table, "I don't understand why, why would he work for Sakura, there are so many other jobs out there, why would he go and work for her?"

The samurai pushed his glasses back to the brim of his nose, "Mugen is a complicated man, he never knows what he wants. Perhaps this is he's way of getting close to Sakura-san."

"Close," Fuu jolted up, "What do you mean by close, you don't think that he is trying to…well, you know." She looked into the samurai's eyes silently pleading with him.

He slipped his tea, closing his eyes as he did so, signifying the end of the conversation.

The rice paper door slammed open, Fuu jolted up, running for the door, Jin just peered over his glasses. Fuu grabbed hold of the door, trying to close it but found it harder then usually, "Kami, what is going on here?"

"Can you try not to close the door on me?" Mugen walked into small room, kicking off his sandals, nearly hitting Jin.

Fuu looked up at him, her anger slowly welling up in her. She reached out and grabbed hold of Mugen' hair, forcing him to her eyes level, "What the….what the hell is your problem?" He started to pry her small hands off of his.

He narrowed her eyes, "You rotten jerk, you pushed me out of a window and expect me to serve you food and sing the praises of your new job." She tugged a little harder, "Don't even get me started on your new job."

"Hey, listen." He yanked her hand away from the brown mop on his head, but in the end she held the victory and a clump of his hair. He sighed and grabbed the hair back from her small hands, "I took the job because I don't need you to bitch at me come the middle of the night because you just happened to remember that I'm a freeloader." He turned from her and made a march for the table, grabbing the bowl Jin was using and commenced to shove food in his mouth.

Fuu stood in the darkening room staring at the two men, Mugen shoving food down his mouth and Jin throwing insults at him. She looked down, her auburn hair covering her eyes, a small smile quickening on her lips, for her, in some sick way, Mugen was thinking about her.

A/N: Sorry for the long delay and short chapter, I promise the other ones will be longer and I also promise in the next chapter some short of plot….. Love Always

Celest