It seems that all the Tokios are strong, savvy and a match for the Mibu
wolf. I enjoyed all these portrayals but I think it would be fun to have a
different type of Tokio. One who's in the dark about the kind of man Saitoh
Hajime is. Someone who's a bit shy, innocent, gentle……Would be quite fun to
see how they interact especially when he's quite keen on keeping her that
way. But of course, life doesn't always work out the way one plans even if
the one planning is the Mibu wolf.
Oh yeah, the characters don't belong to me except for a few originals. Just bringing them out for a ride.
Sleeping with The Wolf
Prologue
Every thousand years, God and his counterpart, Satan would have their customary little gamble. It's a game which they never tire of playing because they can never predict the outcome. Think of it like this. The two most powerful beings in the universe, omniscient and totally unbeatable having to endure the rush of not knowing, the anticipation and gushing adrenalin before the results are announced. The kick and the oomph and the fact that something is not in their control gave them a high that is as close to an orgasm as it is possible for them to get. And now, the much anticipated thousand years had come to pass. All of Heaven and Hell are kept in suspense of this year's bet. Indeed, Satan had not yet announced what they were going to bet on this year for this year, it was his turn to choose what the bet would be on.
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"Well, have you finally decided that you've dragged it long enough? Milked all the tiniest itty bit of excitement out of it already?" a disgruntled old man grumbled. "Why, yes. It is kind of satisfying to see all the curious faces all just dying to know this year's topic is and I am the only one who knows," a clipped voice drawled. The speaker was dressed like a British gentleman from another era, cravat, waistcoat, jacket and all.
The two made as incongrous a picture as it was possible. And totally out of place with their surrounding. They were seated on opposite sides of a round stone table under a weeping willow. Right beside them was a lake that was the complete replica of the one in Suzhou, China. Wispy mists floated across the surface of the waters adding a sense of oriental mystery. In the far distance, mountains rose steeply into the skies, seemingly encircling this enclave of peace. As picture perfect as a chinese water painting.
The old man in white flowing robes snorted. "Just say it," he downed a cup of beer. His companion picked up the delicate teacup, his lips twisting with amusement. Beer in a teacup? Setting it down, he finally decided that he had drawn out the suspense long enough. "The subject this time, Saitoh Hajime. The bet, that the three most frequently used words 'I love you' will never cross his lips." The old man looked taken aback for a while. "Saitoh Hajime? Sounds familiar. Wasn't he one of the acquaintance of the last subject?"
"He was. That's where I learnt of him." The subject of their last game was Himura Kenshin and the bet was on whether he would open up his heart again after killing his wife. Curses. If only he had remembered to set a time limit on the bet, he wouldn't have lost. One of the rules of the game was that they were not allowed to look into the future of the subject or interfere in any way with their lives to keep things fair. If he had set a limit of one or even ten years on the bet, he would have won but how was he to know that a Kamiya Kaoru would appear in Himura's life eleven years down the road? Double curses. As it was, his opponent took advantage of this little loophole and won. But this time, he wouldn't be so careless.
"You are going to lose again this time. This son of mine might be a cold fish but he's not destine for a life of loneliness. He will have compainionship and love, you know," the old man spoke thoughtfully as he recalled. Saitoh Hajime. One of his finer creations. So perfectly balanced between good and evil and so exasperatingly obsinate. All of the angels sent to pull him onto the gentler path returned with no results as with all the little devils who were supposed to tempt him into giving in to his darker desires. He persisted on walking the way he chose, following strictly his own code of honor, subject to no one.
"Of course I know that. What I'm betting on is that he will not 'say' it. And there's another clause, one month. I am betting," Satan said slowly and very clearly, "That the subject, Saitoh Hajime will not say the three words 'I love you' to the love of his life, Tokio, within a month of their meeting!" "A month! That's preposterous! Extend it. Make it a year!" "No way. I set the terms this time. You are sure to lose! Ha, ha ha…"he ended with an arrogant laugh.
The old man or God, as he's more commonly known as, scratched his chin. It's true that with his kind of character, Saitoh won't ever say it even if he feels it. And within a month too. Hmm. He examined the terms again hoping to find some little details that Satan might have overlooked. And found two conditions that was of use. He smiled. "All right then, let's go find them." With that, he waved his hand over the surface of the lake and the mists hovering over began to lift. The waters cleared and ripples stilled as visions slowly appeared. Within a second of watching, the smug smile that Satan was wearing fell off.
"Wait a minute. That wasn't what I had in mind! It's not even the same era!"
"Ah ha! You didn't make that clear, did you? I followed according to your terms. This is just his later incarnations, that's all. His name is still Saitoh Hajime and his destined lover is still named Tokio. Only her name this time is Mitsuki Tokio and not Tanizaki Tokio. But then, you didn't make that clear either, did you? Ha, ha, ha…." His laugh was even more smug and arrogant than Satan's. Heh, heh. In this later incarnation, Saitoh Hajime was still as anal-retentive as he was in his previous incarnation but in this era, people were more apt to say what they think and feel. And although he retained most of his past characteristics, he wasn't exactly the same. Thank God! Ahem, he coughed modestly.
"You cheat you!" Satan fumed. Caught by his own cleverness. Damnit to Heaven and Hell! "Hn,"he glared at God, "Don't be too happy yet. He didn't change that much and there's still that one month time limit. Within the instance of their meeting, mind you." God raised his long, white, venerable eyebrows and grinned a very un-Godlike grin. "We shall see, won't we?"
With that, they settled down to watch the events unfolding before their eyes.
How? Think I should continue? But there's some points to be clarify. Time is relative, not absolute so God and Satan can jump to whenever They want. And They know, in a vague way what's going on in a person's life but They won't know the fine details unless They look for it specifically. For the sake of the game between Them, They don't look too deeply into the lives of the subject or probe into their future. That's it. If you think this is interesting, give me REVIEWS!
Ps. Work is ongoing on "Strings and puppets" and "Sins of the past". Having some trouble with a pesky teenage Hiko. Will welcome advice!
Oh yeah, the characters don't belong to me except for a few originals. Just bringing them out for a ride.
Sleeping with The Wolf
Prologue
Every thousand years, God and his counterpart, Satan would have their customary little gamble. It's a game which they never tire of playing because they can never predict the outcome. Think of it like this. The two most powerful beings in the universe, omniscient and totally unbeatable having to endure the rush of not knowing, the anticipation and gushing adrenalin before the results are announced. The kick and the oomph and the fact that something is not in their control gave them a high that is as close to an orgasm as it is possible for them to get. And now, the much anticipated thousand years had come to pass. All of Heaven and Hell are kept in suspense of this year's bet. Indeed, Satan had not yet announced what they were going to bet on this year for this year, it was his turn to choose what the bet would be on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well, have you finally decided that you've dragged it long enough? Milked all the tiniest itty bit of excitement out of it already?" a disgruntled old man grumbled. "Why, yes. It is kind of satisfying to see all the curious faces all just dying to know this year's topic is and I am the only one who knows," a clipped voice drawled. The speaker was dressed like a British gentleman from another era, cravat, waistcoat, jacket and all.
The two made as incongrous a picture as it was possible. And totally out of place with their surrounding. They were seated on opposite sides of a round stone table under a weeping willow. Right beside them was a lake that was the complete replica of the one in Suzhou, China. Wispy mists floated across the surface of the waters adding a sense of oriental mystery. In the far distance, mountains rose steeply into the skies, seemingly encircling this enclave of peace. As picture perfect as a chinese water painting.
The old man in white flowing robes snorted. "Just say it," he downed a cup of beer. His companion picked up the delicate teacup, his lips twisting with amusement. Beer in a teacup? Setting it down, he finally decided that he had drawn out the suspense long enough. "The subject this time, Saitoh Hajime. The bet, that the three most frequently used words 'I love you' will never cross his lips." The old man looked taken aback for a while. "Saitoh Hajime? Sounds familiar. Wasn't he one of the acquaintance of the last subject?"
"He was. That's where I learnt of him." The subject of their last game was Himura Kenshin and the bet was on whether he would open up his heart again after killing his wife. Curses. If only he had remembered to set a time limit on the bet, he wouldn't have lost. One of the rules of the game was that they were not allowed to look into the future of the subject or interfere in any way with their lives to keep things fair. If he had set a limit of one or even ten years on the bet, he would have won but how was he to know that a Kamiya Kaoru would appear in Himura's life eleven years down the road? Double curses. As it was, his opponent took advantage of this little loophole and won. But this time, he wouldn't be so careless.
"You are going to lose again this time. This son of mine might be a cold fish but he's not destine for a life of loneliness. He will have compainionship and love, you know," the old man spoke thoughtfully as he recalled. Saitoh Hajime. One of his finer creations. So perfectly balanced between good and evil and so exasperatingly obsinate. All of the angels sent to pull him onto the gentler path returned with no results as with all the little devils who were supposed to tempt him into giving in to his darker desires. He persisted on walking the way he chose, following strictly his own code of honor, subject to no one.
"Of course I know that. What I'm betting on is that he will not 'say' it. And there's another clause, one month. I am betting," Satan said slowly and very clearly, "That the subject, Saitoh Hajime will not say the three words 'I love you' to the love of his life, Tokio, within a month of their meeting!" "A month! That's preposterous! Extend it. Make it a year!" "No way. I set the terms this time. You are sure to lose! Ha, ha ha…"he ended with an arrogant laugh.
The old man or God, as he's more commonly known as, scratched his chin. It's true that with his kind of character, Saitoh won't ever say it even if he feels it. And within a month too. Hmm. He examined the terms again hoping to find some little details that Satan might have overlooked. And found two conditions that was of use. He smiled. "All right then, let's go find them." With that, he waved his hand over the surface of the lake and the mists hovering over began to lift. The waters cleared and ripples stilled as visions slowly appeared. Within a second of watching, the smug smile that Satan was wearing fell off.
"Wait a minute. That wasn't what I had in mind! It's not even the same era!"
"Ah ha! You didn't make that clear, did you? I followed according to your terms. This is just his later incarnations, that's all. His name is still Saitoh Hajime and his destined lover is still named Tokio. Only her name this time is Mitsuki Tokio and not Tanizaki Tokio. But then, you didn't make that clear either, did you? Ha, ha, ha…." His laugh was even more smug and arrogant than Satan's. Heh, heh. In this later incarnation, Saitoh Hajime was still as anal-retentive as he was in his previous incarnation but in this era, people were more apt to say what they think and feel. And although he retained most of his past characteristics, he wasn't exactly the same. Thank God! Ahem, he coughed modestly.
"You cheat you!" Satan fumed. Caught by his own cleverness. Damnit to Heaven and Hell! "Hn,"he glared at God, "Don't be too happy yet. He didn't change that much and there's still that one month time limit. Within the instance of their meeting, mind you." God raised his long, white, venerable eyebrows and grinned a very un-Godlike grin. "We shall see, won't we?"
With that, they settled down to watch the events unfolding before their eyes.
How? Think I should continue? But there's some points to be clarify. Time is relative, not absolute so God and Satan can jump to whenever They want. And They know, in a vague way what's going on in a person's life but They won't know the fine details unless They look for it specifically. For the sake of the game between Them, They don't look too deeply into the lives of the subject or probe into their future. That's it. If you think this is interesting, give me REVIEWS!
Ps. Work is ongoing on "Strings and puppets" and "Sins of the past". Having some trouble with a pesky teenage Hiko. Will welcome advice!