An uproarious laugh interrupted him.
"God. What an idiot."
Saitou raised an eyebrow.
"Like, who does that? He just ran afterward? If it were me, I woulda at least took all them bastards out first. Fucking cops."
Saitou rolled his eyes.
"My point is, you thickheaded ogre, that you'll never amount to anything if you don't reevaluate yourself. Yamaguchi certainly wouldn't have."
Sanosuke just snorted dismissively.
"Still sounds like a dick to me. Yeah, I guess that was pretty reckless and all- getting drunk and offing some nobody. We all make mistakes. Blah blah blah. But you gotta be a real tight-ass to accomplish all the other fancy, official crap he's done, right?
"Maybe that's just who he was the entire time and he was too much of an asshole to admit he was an asshole." Sanosuke seemed pleased with this obviously flawless line of reasoning.
Saitou stared at him.
"Anyway. Now I'm all late for dinner with Kenshin and Jou-chan. Thanks for the lesson, old man. Try not to miss me too much, eh?" Before Saitou could give a caustic response, Sano leaned in and kissed his cheek and took off in the direction of the Kamiya dojo.
As he skipped along the path, a knowing grin tugged at his lips. Man, he loved being right.
Author's Notes: I know. It's barely a thing. And barely SaiSa. More later, maybe, because I've always been interested in that little factoid in history. To-do: Aside from more SaiSa stories- Saitou stories.