His Name Is Mugen

Round 1 At the Dinner Table

Lol, Your comments are hilarious. I see we have a lot of SelenaxNeagan shippers and Neagan just might be everyone's fave character.
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"I could have sworn you said if we could handle Neagan we could handle the rest of them." Selena stood against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed and her glare fixated on Mugen.

He remained silent and instead opted to rub soothing circles in my back to calm me down.

"Nobody was hurt so it isn't really a big deal." Neagan said. Selena angrily turned to face him, now directing her monstrous glare towards him.

"Are you people some kind of family of mobsters or something? Your grandmother shot your father, and that isn't a big deal?!" She all but screeched, throwing her arms up in the process.

"Did he die though?" I'm sure Neagan was doing this purposely to tease her but he didn't know Selena the way I did. One wrong word and she'd attack him and his whole family, gang of could-be mobsters or not.

"Okay, esa. Let's just calm down and try to relax." I reached my hand out to touch her.

She scoffed and suddenly I was the recipient of her ferocious glare. Her green eyes cut through me with hostility but most of all, confliction.

Why is she so conflicted?

Though shockingly so, it was true that their father wasn't dead. According to a nonchalant Neagan, these kind of disputes always happen between the mother and son. Granny ain't the one or the two, so she stays strapped just in case she has to clock a bitch or two, her son included. Neagan's words not mine.

Because of this, their father tends to wear bulletproof vests around his mother, hence why he looked so big and bulky when we saw him earlier. Poor man knew he was going to get shot soon and had to protect himself.

Selena and I were already shaken up by their grandmother blatantly shooting her son so carefree and out in the open so imagine our immediate distress when said son open his eyes barely 15 seconds later and asking if the "possessed Miranda Priestly" had left yet. Once his worries were concerned, he got up, dusted himself off and dragged a protesting and drunk Falen back into the house.

Selena vomited and Mugen caught me in his arms because by then, I was already weary and ready to pass out.

"You're telling me to relax when you've passed out nearly 3 times?"

"And it might be a forth time if neither of us calms down. So his family didn't meet our expectations." I glanced hesitantly at Mugen who looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. "That doesn't mean they're the worst people in the book. We have a week here, let's enjoy ourselves. We shouldn't be worrying."

"I forgot to bring my bulletproof vest." She huffed.

"We'll steal Senior Holt's if we have to. I'm pretty sure he has one or two lying around here somewhere."

"Good point." She finally took a breath and relaxed her tense shoulders.

"Well said, Ras." Neagan said with a grin aimed at Selena who was turning red. Was she blushing or getting angry? At this point I don't even care. I just want to lie down and rest. The afternoon barely even started and I'm worn out.

"Are you okay?" Mugen whispered in my ear. His low voice was sudden, causing me to jump slightly and goosebumps to travel down my neck.

"Mhm." I nodded. He pulled me into him so that my back was up against his chest. He snaked his arms around my waist and brought his face to crook of my neck. He started placing light feather kisses from my neck to my shoulder blade. I stilled against him.