His Name Is Mugen

Maybe One Day

I laid awake in Mugen's bed wondering where he went and why was Neagan here. Did they work together or were they friends or something? I heard someone approaching so I clamped my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.

The door opened and closed and soon after I felt the bed dip. Mugen wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. Both of us refused to speak the first word so I wondered how far would we get into the night. I didn't know what to say or do and honestly I'm a bit confused at what took place 30 minutes ago.

Should we continue where we left off or start a new session? Is he comfortable in this silence or is he freaking out just as much as I am?

I don't know what to make up of our relationship, if we even had a relationship. All I knew was that I couldn't stay here and put him in danger. I'm sure Tyson had his men scouring the city for me and it would be only a matter of time before he found me. If Mugen and I were to do something it would have to be tonight, now or never.

When the silence became too overwhelming, I decided to put away my pride and fear and take the initiative since it was clear he had no intentions to do so.

"I can't stay here."

"You have to stay here."

I sat up and stared at him and he stared back. We said nothing, just took in all of each other. I wanted to kiss him again while I traced my name across his chest. I wanted him to fan the flames that were growing inside of me.

"I can't stay here." I finally said, well whispered.

"You will." He heared me.

"I can't." I shook my head adamantly. "It's too dangerous and my husband-."

"Enough!" Mugen voice rose and I threw myself back down on the bed and didn't move. I closed my eyes tightly and shook slightly. My back was turned towards him and he immediately tried to pacify me.

"I'm sorry-I didn't-dammit." He cursed when I ignored and moved away from him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice. You mentioned your husband and it upset me. I'm terribly sorry." I felt his hands hovering above me so I knew he was dying to touch me but was also trying to be respectful of my feelings. At least he was considerate. Most wouldn't have cared.

I turned slightly and met his blue eyes. They held worry and regret. I decided to forgive him since it was the first time anyone has apologized and sincerely saught my forgiveness in a long time.

"I already told you I have a husband. Why are you acting so shocked?"

"Do not mention another male around me."

"But he's my h-."

"Sa-ra-si." He was always well behaved and never gave his true intentions away and yet, I knew when he was upset and when it was best to stop talking. "Was it even a marriage full of love?"

I knew he was aksing that against his better wishes and my answer could potentially harm him and what we have now. "No, it wasn't."

"Then why?" His voice was heavy and hesitant. It was first time I saw someone other that the overly confident and peppy Mugen.

Why? That's actually a good question. Why am I defending a marriage I wanted no parts of and was forced into? Why am I even defending the man who has disrespected and abused me since the day he met me?

Why indeed.

"Why ask a question when you fear the answer?"

"The only thing I fear is your reaction when I kill the husband you obviously love." I was stunned for a second. There was no doubt in my mind that that's what Mugen was planning. Probably from the moment he met me at Mr. Rogers' house. Nonetheless, Tyson was lethal and wouldn't spare me or Mugen.

"I can't stay here." I repeated, staring up at the ceiling. "He's looking for me and he'll find me and you'll get caught in the crossfire and I can't risk it because you'll get hurt and then-."

Mugen began laughing, and not sarcastically or spitefully laughing, but genuinely laughing as if this was the funniest joke of the century.

I sat up and glared at him. "Do tell what's so funny about this. I want to laugh my fate away too."

"You still don't know who I am do you, sweetheart." Mugen wiped his eyes, still laughing. I ignored the term of endearment and the way it made me feel.

"I do know who you are." I crossed my arms and waited for him to stop laughing.

"Then who am I?" He finally stopped and gave me a lazy smile.

"You're um-you know?" I was unprepared for the effect of that smile. Curse his spontaneous ability to make me swoon. I can't keep up.

"It seems I've forgotten. Help me remember." His smile grew.

"You're-You are a person. You're you." I said after realizing he was trying to get me to say his name.

"Are you ever going to say my name, love?" He laid flat on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Maybe one day." I shrugged. I wouldn't count on it though.

"I'll treasure that day for the rest of my life." I would hold him onto that. "So what are you going to call me during your stay?" I shrugged because I honestly had no idea.

"I have a few suggestions in mind." His fingers traveled up my bare arm.

"I'm sure you do." I swatted him away.

"You could call me Master and I could call you Lolita."

"HA!" I laughed. As if. "Enough with the terms of endearment because we're not that close." I shivered. He was being nice and it was making me uncomfortable. They always appear nice at first until the horror and ugly starts to show. I'd rather men bare their fangs from the beginning rather than watching their sewn on mask began to chafe. I wondered how long it would take for Mugen's guise to start chafing.

"Really because I feel like we've getting along so well." Mugen was not at all bothered by my moodswings almost as if he expected them.

"Have we?!" I scoffed at him. "I remember no such thing."

"Do you remember this." Mugen was suddenly on top of me. "Do you remember what we did before I left." I swallowed the lump in my throat. Oh, I remember and even if I didn't, the sudden lewd images appearing in my mind would be quite the reminder. "Would you like to continue where we left off?"

"Only just a little." I whispered breathlessly. Mugen wasted no time in pressing his lips against mine. The kiss was slowly but needy. We had all the time in world but yet it seemed like we had already run out.

"Sarasi." Mugen whispered against my lips. I hummed in response. "Though I am dying to taste you, let's take it slow." I nodded my head. Slow was wanted I needed, before I did something I wouldn't be able to come back from.

Not that I'd ever want to come back.

"Will you ever let me go home?" I hesitantly reached out to touch his face.

"Maybe," He grabbed my hand and brought it to his cheek, "one day."