Wow, I wrote a thing! It's been so long and I'm so happy. It hasn't been edited, so be warned. :) Maybe this is the start of something new.

It's been years since Fuu has seen him, and it didn't surprise her when she came home from an extremely long night of waitressing to find him sprawled across her sitting room, half drunk and asleep.

The girl should wonder how he knew where she lived, being as she hasn't seen him in so long, but she doesn't because it is Mugen after all. She just arches an eyebrow, covers him with a blanket and goes on to bed herself. He's gone when she awakes, this doesn't surprise her either.

It's what she comes home to the next night that does.

It's been another long night and the pretty, but tired waitress is ready to go home and go to bed. Bad tips, rude customers, and the like have plagued her all evening and the futon just seems to be calling her name.

Stepping into her home was like going back in time, back to an adventure to see the sunflower samurai, to sleeping outdoors and to fights and to fun.

There on her floor lay Mugen and Jin, sprawled in a heap, clearly having drank an awful lot. Apparently they had tried to fight, their swords clasped in their hands, but it must've been difficult because now they are tangled and grinning at her like crazy.

"Fuu, get yer ass in here and help me."

"It's nice to see you Fuu, would you mind giving me a hand?"

She laughs loudly. The fondness in her eyes shining brightly. This is what has been missing in her life.