Hey this is another one of my hopeful stories. It's mostly in Fuu's point of view and may switch to Mugen every occasionally. It's just depends. Anyway R&R (That means Read & Review Hehe)

Summary: The heart wants what the heart wants. There are no excuses for it. And the fact that I waited all this time made me feel stupid. I could have told Mugen…tell how I felt. Fuu/Mugen-Post series.

Chapter I: Reflection

I can't remember the day I started loving him or exactly when I feel in love. It was just like mold creeping up on me and spreading with out mercy.

I having remembered him to clearly, his face and lips. His lips. Oh god! Him. The strong gruff exterior was more than appeasing and attractive. It was mind blowing. Ripped corded muscles graced his chest, arms and legs. He was edible from head to toe, literally.

My body did things I never thought possible when around him. I couldn't stand it, wouldn't stand it. He had infiltrated my system and destroyed any shred of pride in me. I was weak under his spell and refused to come back. My life would never be the same. I would never be the same.

I hid it well, day by day. I stayed the same under his watchful eyes. He never caught me stare, not once. When I did he was always was distracted or busy. I knew he would never feel the same about me, so I kept quite. Never slipping or stuttering, I held it in. Unknown to him the moment he were to touch me, I would surrender. Give into whatever he wanted. If only you knew what I would do to you…

My mind could only fathom what he knew, what he could do…to me. Things that I never thought possible. The man was a stallion, born to breed…or at least fuck. He was so good at what he did, even if he did pay for it. I wouldn't mind, even if it would be only one time. It would last my entire life.

I was 16, in love with someone who didn't notice me and had no real plans of falling out of it any time soon…

Over the next year my body began to fill out and he indeed took notice. My breast and hips the most. I was taller (not much), much thinner and when I walked my hips would sway. He liked it…a lot. Passing glance at me ever so often. It felt good…for a while. And then I noticed what it was about me. Sex. I looked good enough to sleep with but not anything else.

Whenever I alone, I cried, for the things that weren't going my way. He didn't care about me, he didn't love me. He didn't know love, he couldn't. A good fuck but not love…

He was a thief, a pirate and a killer. Not one of those things described him to ever be even remotely affectionate. Mugen was no angel, no saint. He was low and of the earth, a scoundrel who took without giving any in return. He was a leech, a parasite and I still loved him, with all his flaws included.

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