Notes: This is another weird little idea that came from virtually NO WHERE! But here it is, and I like it! This is also the shortest chapter of ALL TIME! Hope you're over it, because the later ones are gonna be HELLA long!!

Warnings: Angst, dark stuff, sadistic characters, light lemon

Scheduled Suicide

By: Emmy

Part One: Hiroshi Mitaka

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"It isn't the same as it was before..." I heard him snicker to himself quietly.

I shook my head, looking over at the house on the hill with a shrug of my shoulder.

"I never thought it was supposed to be..."

This entire conversation bored me beyond belief. He was thinking that he could just get away with it like he had before. But, fuck, he wasn't going to be able to. Going back here was suicide and I knew it. I think that deep down he did too, but he wasn't going to say that.

He was set on doing it.

I watched him and his every move.

"I'm leaving."

"What!? You were my fucking look out, man!"

"No. I'm not an idiot like you. If you go in there again, not even a look out will be able to help you." I stated quaintly.

"Yeah right! I'm gonna be fine, man!"

"Just make sure that I get your sound system. I wouldn't mind seeing the will right now, before you can revise it."

"Man, I thought that he would have told you to never right a will."

"That man was insane, he did everything no person with half a brain would do. I know you thought he was a god, but you were dead wrong and you're going to figure that out now when you're down on the ground, bleeding with a hole through your stomach."

"Well that's not a very cheery thought."

"I'm trying to knock some sense into your brain."

"Sorry, it ain't working."

"I noticed." I commented dryly and jammed my hands down into my tight, jean pockets.

He looked me over for a second and then walked up slowly, putting his hands into my back pockets. "Well, you if seem to think that I'm going to get myself killed, how about a good-bye kiss?"

"How about you kiss my ass." I growled, and pulled his hands away from me.

He gave me a fake sob. "You know you love me."

"Yeah, as much as I love the stick up my ass."

"Come on, loosen up! If you really think that I'm gonna die, why hold anything back now?" He asked, smile quirking his lips.

"There is nothing to hold back."

"Well, I guess I'm gonna die without you telling me just how you feel." He belted out in the frozen melodrama of the situation.

"Shut up." I glared at him, and turned my back.

There was a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back.

Before I knew what happened, his lips were on mine, roughly, and his tongue was stroking mine inside my mouth. I froze as he quickly encased my body in a tight embrace, holding me tightly. His hands moved from their hug and it became something a little more... dangerous.

This time it was all about possession.

Possession of me.

Possession of something that he knew he could never have.

I never moved, I stayed there, letting him hold me, and explore my tightly clothed body. He couldn't have me and I loved to tease.

He could never touch me the way my other lover had. He knew that, and he was mad.

Not only mad, but ensnared in animalistic jealously.

We always wanted what we could never have, but I wouldn't have to worry about what he wanted for much longer. He was going to die.

Right on today, May 16, his death was scheduled. But it wasn't a normal kind of natural death.

Today he was scheduled for suicide.

Suicide, complete and willing.

Something dark that not many people knew about.

The ring was tightly knit shut, and outside of me and two other people, no one had ever heard of such a thing.

He continued to grope over my body, reaching down into my pants to stroke me. I remained impassive.

What he was doing had no effect on me.

He glared as me and pulled away after a few moments.

He had lost.

I grinned back at his smile, wiping his saliva from my lips with my leather gloved hands.

"What is it that he has that I don't!?" He demanded, voice slightly cracking.

"Power." I answered quickly, turning my back on him.

"Sanosuke!" He called after me, and I turned around to look at him one last time. After all, he was going to die very, very soon.

"I love you." He announced, but I shrugged my shoulder at him, turning my back once more as he continued.

"I would do anything for you! I would give you anything you asked for, whether I had it or didn't! I could give you the world! I could give you me, all I want is you to say those words, to let me know that you'll let me."

"You have an ice cubes chance in hell." I muttered slowly, taking my lovers tone as I yawned, crisp autumn leaves crunching with my every foot fall over the blanketed ground.

He fell to his knees.

So was that how he was going to go?

With the schedule, we never knew how... just when.

I guess I shattered his heart a little too brutally this time.

So was it my fault that he was going to kill himself?

All I needed to do was make some money. This was my way of life, collecting the suicides that fell right into my hands. Getting pictures, picking up inheritance. It was all a game. I game that I always excelled at.

A game that my lover invented for a profit.

A profit that relied on less than legal, and deadly means.

And now there went another one.

I couldn't turn around. That may give him hope. I didn't want to give the hopeless that.

"Damnit, Sanosuke!! I love you!!" He cried out, but I was always out of the cemetery gates. I heard him wail and leave. Or was it I that left in the end?

Yes, that was it wasn't it?

I was the one to leave; to live, and he was the one that was going to stay; only to die.

Isn't life funny some times?

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"Hiroshi Mitaka is out of the picture, is he not?" Came the voice of Hajime Saitou, low and dangerous.

Sanosuke Sagara walked up to the man's desk, finding a seat at the edge. "He certainly is."

"What was the approximate time of death?"

Sanosuke thought for a moment, scooting over closer to the man, laying his head on the muscular, broad shoulder. "Approximately 8:13 PM."

"Good, why don't you go work on the report now?" Saitou asked as Sanosuke took the man's hand into his own.

"I guess so, but if I start now, I'll be working on it all night, wouldn't I?"

"I'm sure that you wouldn't be opposed to a little break during that time, would you?" Saitou asked, as he pulled the rooster's hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

"I don't know, you're always telling me that work is supposed to come first, am I right?" Sanosuke asked, devilish smirk spreading across his lips, tongue dipping along the vast expanse of Saitou's neck.

"And here I thought you weren't listening." Saitou commented nonchalantly, placing a hand on Sanosuke's cheek. He pulled the younger man's face to his in a deep kiss, but unlike the kiss with Hiroshi that very night, this one was full of passion and need.

"Hmm, did he kiss you? I can taste him."

"Heh, you know his taste?"

"It's the same flavor as the pizza smell coming from him when I dropped you off. He was outside and the wind carried that greasy smell."

"How do you know it wasn't me eating the pizza?"

"Yes, that would make sense, you went to a cemetery for pizza, moron."

"The biggest date spot over the world." Sanosuke commented cheekily.

"The best lover's suicide spot in the world. Imagine the blood pouring over the dead's grave, the decaying flesh soaking into the ground from below and above." Saitou threw out, cocking his head slightly, trying to kiss his lover with more ease.

"Well, if I had an appetite it would have been gone now." Sanosuke groaned, kissing him deeper.

"Heh, you've been around death enough, does it really still bother you that much?"

"No, I suppose not."

"It shouldn't, after all, you're one of the main causes to those deaths."

"Thanks, that makes me feel oh-so-special."

"It should."

"Well somehow it doesn't..." Sanosuke slurred, and turned away from the flurry of kisses.

Saitou frowned momentarily and then grinned as Sanosuke moved slightly on the desk. Saitou grabbed the young man's arms and pushed him down to the paper covered desk. Sanosuke yipped, looking at the shadow-cloacked man over him with a slightly bewildered expression on his face.

Still holding the younger man down, Saitou leaned toward the man and sucked at the young flesh along the youth's exposed neck. "Woah, Saitou... what are you doing? I thought I had a report to do, and we're gonna quite literally fuck up yer papers."

"Are you being timid, moron?" Saitou asked, arching an elegant eyebrow and leaning down again to nip his jawbone.

"Not really..." Sanosuke said, almost unsure of his statement. He knew that he was attractive, strong and smart, but whenever he was around Saitou he felt his self-esteem was some how... diminished. He didn't know why, it was like some sort of fucked up submission, but it made him feel so low.

"Then what is it? It isn't like we haven't done it like this before." Saitou replied smoothly, gripping the man's wrists a bit tighter than before, earning a slight whimper from Sanosuke.

"Yeah, I know, so why don't you hurry your ass up, old man?" Sanosuke taunted, grinning up wildly, another mask.

Saitou nodded, leaning down, releasing the grip on the man's wrists and move them to trace down Sanosuke's body, pulling the laces apart on his tight shirt, only held together by a cross-stitched lace going down the center. The shirt fell from the man's body, back slightly arched to work the rest of the fabric off completely. Saitou grinned as the man began bucking against his touch, his hand rubbing lower, harder regions.

"So tell me, was he a good kisser, Sanosuke?" Saitou asked, stopping his ministrations.

"What are you talking about? Are you jealous, Saitou?"

"No, I was just wondering how the boy did compared to your other little projects. I know that I am superior." He stated calmly, toying with Sanosuke belt a little more than Sanosuke wanted him to.

"Come on, Saitou, less foreplay, more action."

"Always as demanding as ever." Saitou pulled the belt off quickly. The button to his pants was undone soon after, and then the zipper. Saitou slid the rough jeans off, and then toyed with the waistband of Sanosuke's boxers for a moment longer. Sanosuke gripped the desk, arms extended in a wide span as Saitou reaching his hands into Sanosuke's boxers, stroking the weeping member.

"So tell me, was Hiroshi like Himura? Always the hopeless dreamer?" Saitou asked calmly as the boy's groans filled the cold office space.

"Damn, Saitou! Why do you always have to bring him up!?"

"Because I think that you're still in love with him, and I just want to remind you who's the better man."

"Yeah, during sex! I don't appreciate it that much!"

"Answer my questions or else I'll stop." Saitou warned in a low tone.

"He was hopeless, like Kenshin!" Sanosuke shot, hoping that this was the last of the questioning, and hoping that Saitou hand was going to move a little faster.

"Of course, why did I even have to ask?" Saitou mused aloud, leaning over the desk and kissing Sanosuke deeply.

Sanosuke moaned against the touch, leaning up for a moment, latching his arms around Saitou's neck and thrusting his erection against Saitou's hand with a little bit more fervor than before. Saitou shook his head and lowered the boy back down to the table, kissing along his neck and throat, increasing his pace as he went.

Sanosuke choked out, "Saitou!" as he came all over both his clothes and Saitou, along with the papers on the desk.

His breathing thinned out as Saitou held his body close, and kissing the older man one more time and hugging him closer. This might have been an appropriate time to tell the man that he loved him, but he wasn't going to do. Love was for the hopeless dreamers like Kenshin Himura and Hiroshi Mitaka. Saitou had told him that he was out of their league, better than them.

If he had told Saitou how he felt, he would be diminished in his eyes and loose the one that thing he wanted to hold onto.

Hajime Saitou himself.

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End of part one