In all his twenty something years of life, Hijikata Toushiro couldn't have been more frustrated than he was now. Stood in front of him, was the insufferable brother of that person, planning on decking out of the country so he didn't have to see the girl he was so not in love with get married to some asshat her biological father and douchcanoe of a brother picked out for her. What was simply baffling him the most was how the girl of all people agreed to a planned marriage, especially when it's to a man picked out by two of the most absent people in her life? Like what the actual fuck.
"Oi, Sougo, what the fuck are you doing?" he asked in the most sincerest of way, lighting the cigarette between his lips and blowing out a test puff of it. Said boy only stared back at him with his usual mask of indifference, very well guarded for a guy face rejection. Without a word, he went back to piling his clothes and other items into the compact suitcase that was beginning to overflow. Hijikata, not getting an answer out of the little shit continued smoking his cancer sticks and contemplating what correct words he could use to comfort the poor sucker.
"She isn't getting married till tommorow you know, you still have time." Snuffing out the butt in a nearby ashtray conviniently placed on Sougo's computer table, he took a seat in the chair by the door, in case the little shit did something funny. He still couldn't, even after so many years trust the guy to not jump at the opportunity to attack him or something. Sougo only stopped for a moment to glare at his 'well-wisher' over his shoulder, his crimson eyes taking on a dangerous glint before retuning back to the state of well masked boredom. "I don't know what you are talking about Hijikata, old age must be getting to you, good thing though, when you die, I am definitely inheriting the house."
Hijikata, used to the verbal jabs that ranged from odd to downright sociopathic at times, only stared blankly at the boy, as if telling him 'stop denying it, it's embarrassingly obvious.' Sougo still undeterred, folded the last of his shirts before closing the suitcase shut, he took out his iphone and checked his itinerary to some nameless city. "Oi douchebag, I am heading out, lock the door behind you or else." was the last thing he said before he disappeared to who knows where. With a scoff and a stretch, Hijikata walked over to the computer desk by the bed, the same are occupied by the sadistic kid moments ago. 'Well, he isn't a kid anymore,' he thought, 'what is he, turning twenty-four this year.' When he got to the table, his eyes took in the atmosphere of the entire room, and thought of the amounts of evolution it has gone through before his eyes landed on a faded golden frame turned sideways. Picking it up, he held it at arm's length, his eyes absorbing the picture of a pretty woman with chin length sandy blonde hair and bright cinnamon colored eyes, smiling shyly. The picture, taken years ago, he remembered because her hair got longer after that, the last time he had seen her, the last time he had seen her, it was longer.
Still very pretty, even then. Heaving a heavy sigh and making the atmosphere distasteful for himself, he placed the frame back to its original spot, grabbed his coat and made his way out the door. His thoughts would sometimes linger there, but not often, not when he kept himself occupied, but she was one of those things that always danced in between his conciousness and he remembered her often. He walked, while his mind was in a trance, reliving the glory days of his life in the police force, it was one of the best moments in his prime, but after a while he had given it up to do something more laid back; in his moments of unsmartness, and trust him, there has been many in his life and many more to come, he decided to become a small time detective.
Now such a profession as many people know was anything but laid back, but what did stupid old Hijikata know, well nothing. But as things go from bad to worse, they also go back to being good because, the year he left the force, was also the year his boss, joined him in his small time detective firm and they even hired an errand boy who sometimes double times as an information collector, the word sometimes being used very loosely.
After, he had arrived home, the only highlight to his day was the Lo Mein he ate (with extra mayonnaise) and watching some boring ass shit on tv before knowing out on his couch, he never did make it to the bed anymore, it wasn't like there was anything there anyways. Wallowing in self-pity and thoughts of what would happen Hijikata saw a condensed nightmarish version of the world without mayonnaise as a dream before he was awoken with the ringing of the doorbell.
Ring, Ring
He twitched a little, his eyes straining to open, he gave up seconds later, mentally willing the person to go away.
Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring.
Sitting up and cracking his eyes open, not before muttering a few curse words and super charging his anger before he opened the door and yelled at the fuckface that showed up at, he checked the digital clock on his wall; 9:30, wait, what the hell, oh whatever, he was really tired so his anger was justified.
He opened the door quickly, ready to yell, only having become stumped at the person standing on the other side. Crimson hair and blue eyes, her lips frowning slightly while her eyebrows knitted together, her expression betraying her inner thoughts as she stared right at the man in front of her.
"Hey mayora." her right hand rose up from the pocket of her red coat in a way of greeting, teeth gnawing away at her lower lips, "Can I come in?"
Stood in front of him, the very love interest of his asshole brother-in-law. The one getting married. Tomorrow. He nodded slowly and moved away from the door to let her in before closing the door again.
She turned on the big lamp of the living room and sat on the black couch he was laying on before, her eyes shifting from one area to another, probably taking in the living room she hadn't been in for years. Hijikata followed behind her and into the kitchen, the least he could do was prepare some tea because he could tell by the way she was acting, it's going to be a long night.
AN: Yeah I am back, um once again, choppy writing, but I am going to get better, woo!