Okay, I made this all up! I don't know how they met and all but this is how I dreamed them of meeting! Hope you like it!
Memories of the Past: The Meeting of Hajime Saito and Tokio
Chapter 1: The Eyes of a Predator
Saito's Point of View (POV)
I floated in heavy darkness...where was I? A dream? No...more like a nightmare...hearing the screams of the men I was fighting with...I remember...I remember....
Flashback.........
As the Shinsengumi's swords clashed against thier enemies, the sounds of chaos echoed through the woods.
Suddenly there was loud gun shot that rang through the crisp winter air. The blood sprayed across the snow covered ground, Saito saw one of his men fall to the ground. Lifeless. Dead. He quickly averted his eyes away from his fallen friend and saw at least 7 men carrying rifles...guns.
"Kill them all!!" the leader of the riflemen exclaimed.
"Behind the trees!!" Saito yelled as he dove behind one of the many trees as the gunfire started. He saw two of his men fall to the ground, the others behind the trees as the bullets hit the trunks.
"What do we do?!" one of the men yelled to Saito.
"Retreat!" Saito said after a moment's hesitation. His pride urged him to fight, but his logic chose the safety of the men.
The men went deeper into the forest, the gunfire still coming after them...then...silence...the only noise was the lake that was nearby.
"Leader Hajime, what's going on? They stopped chasing us?" a warrior whispered to Saito.
"I'm not sure...but they are still there." Saito narrowed his eyes cautiously.
"How do you know? I'm sure they stopped following."
"They are still there." Saito murmured firmly.
Tip tip tip...
Something bounced toward Saito and his handful of men...it was a...a...BOMB!!
"EVERYONE DOWN---!!" Saito yelled, covering his face with arms, but it was too late...the bomb exploded, blinding him with a white and orange light.
He heard his men scream in pain and surprise as he flew backwards from the explosion...he hit ground on his shoulder...he heard a loud crack and sharp pain ran up his arm. He slowly stood up, holding his sword with his left hand.
"It seems that my right arm is broken...wonderful." Saito thought sarcastically. He could not fight with his left hand...he would die tonight...
"Oh, well. I lived long enough." Saito murmured and shrugged as he took a step forward. He saw a shadow stumbling toward him. He shifted his sword in his hand awkwardly and prepared to fight, but...
"H-Hajime!!" Masuma Yohiko, his long-time warrior friend, stumbled toward Saito.
"Masuma, you're alive!!!" Saito whispered, cautious of the soilders with rifles that may hear them.
"B-barely..." Yohiko murmured as he looked down at his leg that was bloody and had lost a lot of skin. Yohiko's right ear was missing...Saito saw and winced.
"You're..you're badly injured. Is there anyone else alive? We have to hurry and get out of here---" Saito remarked, but...
Yohiko slowly shook his head.
"They're all...the bomb blew up and..." Yohiko's voice cracked, tears formed in his eyes.
"Then...then we have to hurry and get out ourselves." Saito said, though the pain of his dead team members tore him apart, he was a Leader and he could not show any emotions at a time like this.
"You get out," Yohiko said as he took out his sword and turned his back to Saito. "I'll hold off the other soilders."
Saito swallowed and protested, "No, I order you not to! I won't let you die, understood?! You can't stay--!!"
Yohiko looked over his shoulder, "I will obey you no more, Saito."
Saito blinked.
"You're not my Leader anymore...you're my friend now," Yohiko remarked and he forced a smile. "Tell my wife...tell Yukiko that I'll always love her...and to please name our daughter after the season I proposed to her."
"Yohiko, stop talking like a moron and let's go--!" Saito said angrily, he hoped his voice didn't crack...
"There's the rest of them! FIRE!!"
Saito and Yohiko froze as they heard an enemy solider yell that.
"Go!" Yohiko pushed Saito in the river.
...Everything was in slow motion now...
"Yahiko---!!" Saito yelled as he hit the water, the liquid drowning out the rest of his words. Just before the water flooded his vision, he saw the sword drop out of Yahiko's hand and crimson blood stained the crisp air.
Floating in the darkness as I remember what happened...I felt emotions of regret, pain, anger and sorrow fill my soul...
It was torturing me...
Killing me...
Before the darkness swallowed me up, I imagine the God of Death laughing at me...laughing at me because I lost my men and now I shall lose my life...I feel the bitterness bite into my heart like a wild, starved animal.
Just to spite Death, I think to myself--
--- Ha. I lived long enough...
...I don't care if I die. See you soon, Death---I'm coming after you and I shall take revenge.
Then the Darkness swallowed me.
A woman in a lavender kimono with ebony black hair walked out into the night's darkness, going near the quiet stream. She saw the red maple leaves drifting downstream. She looked at her reflection, her hair was still in the fancy bun that was for the "wonderful party". The expensive sticks that held her bun began to irritate her scalp.
"Damn him. Damn the party. Damn these...these sticks!" she said in frustration as she tore the sticks out of her hair. Her hair tumbled down to the middle of her back. She looked at the sticks like they were cursed and she tossed them in a shallow area with cat willows protruding from the water.
"Damn...him..." she murmured, tears welled up in her eyes as she fell to the ground her her knees, letting out a sigh filled with the breath of sorrow and dispair.
After a while of bitter, silent weeping she stood up, patting away any trace of tears and went to retrieve the sticks she tossed. They were expensive...and they weren't hers. She forgot that fact. She stepped in the wet, marshy-like area. She found two sticks that was made out of fine red cherrywood. She had two more to find...
"Where are they...?" she searched until she tripped over something heavy. "Waahhh!" she fell face forward, but she thrust her hands in front of her and was arms-distance away from hitting the water face-forward. Nevertheless, she was WET and cold and WET WET WET...she stood and looked down and saw something red soaking her kimono...a distinct smell reached her nose.
Blood.
Her heartbeat quickened. She realized she tripped over a body.
"Oh my God...!" she let out a breath, kneeling down and looked at the male's bloody kimono...it was...a costume...he...he belonged to that renegade Shinsengumi Group! He was lying on his back, dirty and bloody. His clothes were ripped and soaked in blood.
"Mmm..." the body stirred. The woman stumbled away, sitting in the water. She stared at the face of the male, fear and worry reflected in her eyes. She did not want him to die, but...her eyes stared at the sword in its sheathe that hung on his waist.
"How many men did you kill?" she murmured her question as she stared at his unconscious face. She drew in a sharp breath of courage and crawled toward him, soft sounds of water echoed through the silent night. She used her two fingers to find his pulse...she felt a a faint throbbing..he was still alive!
Suddenly his eyes snapped open. The woman froze, staring at his eyes in a mixture of surprise, wonder and fear.
His eyes were a beautiful yellow...they entranced her...
"The eyes...of a predator." she thought.
Saito's eyes locked onto the woman's brown eyes. The moonlight behind her made her glow, making her into a silent angel of the night. Her hair was down, highlighted by a faint silver halo by the moon and her eyes were like large, perfect almonds with chestnut colored eyes. She stared at him...he couldn't tell if she was afraid or shocked.
"...you'll be all right. Just--just stay alive." the woman said, finally finding her voice.
"... ...if only...it was that...easy..." Saito remarked, his voice hoarse.
She stared at him, his words replaying her head. She promised to herself that she would not let this man die so easily. His eyes slowly closed.
"Hey! No! Stay awake!!" the woman shook his shoulder, but his eyes closed and he was silent. She stared at his face, her eyes filled with concern now. "....s-sir? Please...open your eyes..." she swallowed. Why did she fear for this man's life so much...? She puzzled herself.
"Leave me be, woman..." Saito said irritably, his eyes still closed.
She gasped inwardly, thinking he was dead a few moments ago. Her concern melted into anger.
"Err..damn men! They never listen to a woman and they're always ungrateful! I'll make sure you get well again just to spite you!" she promised him, looking around to see if anyone was around. "Now, get up!" she commanded as she stood up and pulled on his left arm. Seeing the condition of his right arm, she thought if she pulled it, it would most definately break off.
"Get up!" she whispered urgently.
Saito was still motionless.
"If I ignore her, maybe she'll leave---" he thought, but...
SMACK
The woman gave Saito a sharp slap across the face.
"Ow!" Saito yelped, opening his eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I told you to get up. You don't expect me to CARRY you, do you?" the woman asked, almost mockingly.
Saito pictured himself behind carried by the woman...a large sweat-drop rolled down his head. He'd be damned to let that happen!!!
"... ..." Saito frowned in pain as he forced his legs to hold him upright. He slouched, but he felt the woman arm behind her shoulders and she supported him. As long as she wasn't carrying him, he was fine with himself and the pain.
"My house is nearby, just try to walk and stay conscious a little while longer." the woman said to him.
Saito found her voice to be soothing...it calmed his muscles and he was able to ignore the aching pain in his legs and knees. He walked slowly. He opened his eyes, they felt bruised, but he forced himself to look at the woman.
She was looking straight forward, her arm around his waist to support him. She looked...determined. He could tell she was stubborn just by the look in her eyes. Her eyes turned toward him, looking at him.
"Are you all right?" she asked, her voice sounded a bit distant now.
"Oh, damn it. I think I'm losing consciousness...great..." Saito thought and tried to stay in focus...he was losing it...dark spots began to appear...
SMACK
She slapped him good and hard.
"Ow!" Saito yelped, his eyes opened now, looking at the woman who continued to walk and slightly pull him along, supporting him as best she could with her one hand around his waist.
"You needed it." she remarked.
Saito blinked, but something made him smile, "...thank you..for the pain." he said to her.
"The pleasure was mine, now keep walking, we're almost there." she remarked
The two slowly walked to the house with a bamboo grove.
Author's Note
How'd y'all like it? Can you guess who the woman is? I'll keep on writing more chapters if you all like it just please REVIEW! Thanks!
Memories of the Past: The Meeting of Hajime Saito and Tokio
Chapter 1: The Eyes of a Predator
Saito's Point of View (POV)
I floated in heavy darkness...where was I? A dream? No...more like a nightmare...hearing the screams of the men I was fighting with...I remember...I remember....
Flashback.........
As the Shinsengumi's swords clashed against thier enemies, the sounds of chaos echoed through the woods.
Suddenly there was loud gun shot that rang through the crisp winter air. The blood sprayed across the snow covered ground, Saito saw one of his men fall to the ground. Lifeless. Dead. He quickly averted his eyes away from his fallen friend and saw at least 7 men carrying rifles...guns.
"Kill them all!!" the leader of the riflemen exclaimed.
"Behind the trees!!" Saito yelled as he dove behind one of the many trees as the gunfire started. He saw two of his men fall to the ground, the others behind the trees as the bullets hit the trunks.
"What do we do?!" one of the men yelled to Saito.
"Retreat!" Saito said after a moment's hesitation. His pride urged him to fight, but his logic chose the safety of the men.
The men went deeper into the forest, the gunfire still coming after them...then...silence...the only noise was the lake that was nearby.
"Leader Hajime, what's going on? They stopped chasing us?" a warrior whispered to Saito.
"I'm not sure...but they are still there." Saito narrowed his eyes cautiously.
"How do you know? I'm sure they stopped following."
"They are still there." Saito murmured firmly.
Tip tip tip...
Something bounced toward Saito and his handful of men...it was a...a...BOMB!!
"EVERYONE DOWN---!!" Saito yelled, covering his face with arms, but it was too late...the bomb exploded, blinding him with a white and orange light.
He heard his men scream in pain and surprise as he flew backwards from the explosion...he hit ground on his shoulder...he heard a loud crack and sharp pain ran up his arm. He slowly stood up, holding his sword with his left hand.
"It seems that my right arm is broken...wonderful." Saito thought sarcastically. He could not fight with his left hand...he would die tonight...
"Oh, well. I lived long enough." Saito murmured and shrugged as he took a step forward. He saw a shadow stumbling toward him. He shifted his sword in his hand awkwardly and prepared to fight, but...
"H-Hajime!!" Masuma Yohiko, his long-time warrior friend, stumbled toward Saito.
"Masuma, you're alive!!!" Saito whispered, cautious of the soilders with rifles that may hear them.
"B-barely..." Yohiko murmured as he looked down at his leg that was bloody and had lost a lot of skin. Yohiko's right ear was missing...Saito saw and winced.
"You're..you're badly injured. Is there anyone else alive? We have to hurry and get out of here---" Saito remarked, but...
Yohiko slowly shook his head.
"They're all...the bomb blew up and..." Yohiko's voice cracked, tears formed in his eyes.
"Then...then we have to hurry and get out ourselves." Saito said, though the pain of his dead team members tore him apart, he was a Leader and he could not show any emotions at a time like this.
"You get out," Yohiko said as he took out his sword and turned his back to Saito. "I'll hold off the other soilders."
Saito swallowed and protested, "No, I order you not to! I won't let you die, understood?! You can't stay--!!"
Yohiko looked over his shoulder, "I will obey you no more, Saito."
Saito blinked.
"You're not my Leader anymore...you're my friend now," Yohiko remarked and he forced a smile. "Tell my wife...tell Yukiko that I'll always love her...and to please name our daughter after the season I proposed to her."
"Yohiko, stop talking like a moron and let's go--!" Saito said angrily, he hoped his voice didn't crack...
"There's the rest of them! FIRE!!"
Saito and Yohiko froze as they heard an enemy solider yell that.
"Go!" Yohiko pushed Saito in the river.
...Everything was in slow motion now...
"Yahiko---!!" Saito yelled as he hit the water, the liquid drowning out the rest of his words. Just before the water flooded his vision, he saw the sword drop out of Yahiko's hand and crimson blood stained the crisp air.
Floating in the darkness as I remember what happened...I felt emotions of regret, pain, anger and sorrow fill my soul...
It was torturing me...
Killing me...
Before the darkness swallowed me up, I imagine the God of Death laughing at me...laughing at me because I lost my men and now I shall lose my life...I feel the bitterness bite into my heart like a wild, starved animal.
Just to spite Death, I think to myself--
--- Ha. I lived long enough...
...I don't care if I die. See you soon, Death---I'm coming after you and I shall take revenge.
Then the Darkness swallowed me.
A woman in a lavender kimono with ebony black hair walked out into the night's darkness, going near the quiet stream. She saw the red maple leaves drifting downstream. She looked at her reflection, her hair was still in the fancy bun that was for the "wonderful party". The expensive sticks that held her bun began to irritate her scalp.
"Damn him. Damn the party. Damn these...these sticks!" she said in frustration as she tore the sticks out of her hair. Her hair tumbled down to the middle of her back. She looked at the sticks like they were cursed and she tossed them in a shallow area with cat willows protruding from the water.
"Damn...him..." she murmured, tears welled up in her eyes as she fell to the ground her her knees, letting out a sigh filled with the breath of sorrow and dispair.
After a while of bitter, silent weeping she stood up, patting away any trace of tears and went to retrieve the sticks she tossed. They were expensive...and they weren't hers. She forgot that fact. She stepped in the wet, marshy-like area. She found two sticks that was made out of fine red cherrywood. She had two more to find...
"Where are they...?" she searched until she tripped over something heavy. "Waahhh!" she fell face forward, but she thrust her hands in front of her and was arms-distance away from hitting the water face-forward. Nevertheless, she was WET and cold and WET WET WET...she stood and looked down and saw something red soaking her kimono...a distinct smell reached her nose.
Blood.
Her heartbeat quickened. She realized she tripped over a body.
"Oh my God...!" she let out a breath, kneeling down and looked at the male's bloody kimono...it was...a costume...he...he belonged to that renegade Shinsengumi Group! He was lying on his back, dirty and bloody. His clothes were ripped and soaked in blood.
"Mmm..." the body stirred. The woman stumbled away, sitting in the water. She stared at the face of the male, fear and worry reflected in her eyes. She did not want him to die, but...her eyes stared at the sword in its sheathe that hung on his waist.
"How many men did you kill?" she murmured her question as she stared at his unconscious face. She drew in a sharp breath of courage and crawled toward him, soft sounds of water echoed through the silent night. She used her two fingers to find his pulse...she felt a a faint throbbing..he was still alive!
Suddenly his eyes snapped open. The woman froze, staring at his eyes in a mixture of surprise, wonder and fear.
His eyes were a beautiful yellow...they entranced her...
"The eyes...of a predator." she thought.
Saito's eyes locked onto the woman's brown eyes. The moonlight behind her made her glow, making her into a silent angel of the night. Her hair was down, highlighted by a faint silver halo by the moon and her eyes were like large, perfect almonds with chestnut colored eyes. She stared at him...he couldn't tell if she was afraid or shocked.
"...you'll be all right. Just--just stay alive." the woman said, finally finding her voice.
"... ...if only...it was that...easy..." Saito remarked, his voice hoarse.
She stared at him, his words replaying her head. She promised to herself that she would not let this man die so easily. His eyes slowly closed.
"Hey! No! Stay awake!!" the woman shook his shoulder, but his eyes closed and he was silent. She stared at his face, her eyes filled with concern now. "....s-sir? Please...open your eyes..." she swallowed. Why did she fear for this man's life so much...? She puzzled herself.
"Leave me be, woman..." Saito said irritably, his eyes still closed.
She gasped inwardly, thinking he was dead a few moments ago. Her concern melted into anger.
"Err..damn men! They never listen to a woman and they're always ungrateful! I'll make sure you get well again just to spite you!" she promised him, looking around to see if anyone was around. "Now, get up!" she commanded as she stood up and pulled on his left arm. Seeing the condition of his right arm, she thought if she pulled it, it would most definately break off.
"Get up!" she whispered urgently.
Saito was still motionless.
"If I ignore her, maybe she'll leave---" he thought, but...
SMACK
The woman gave Saito a sharp slap across the face.
"Ow!" Saito yelped, opening his eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I told you to get up. You don't expect me to CARRY you, do you?" the woman asked, almost mockingly.
Saito pictured himself behind carried by the woman...a large sweat-drop rolled down his head. He'd be damned to let that happen!!!
"... ..." Saito frowned in pain as he forced his legs to hold him upright. He slouched, but he felt the woman arm behind her shoulders and she supported him. As long as she wasn't carrying him, he was fine with himself and the pain.
"My house is nearby, just try to walk and stay conscious a little while longer." the woman said to him.
Saito found her voice to be soothing...it calmed his muscles and he was able to ignore the aching pain in his legs and knees. He walked slowly. He opened his eyes, they felt bruised, but he forced himself to look at the woman.
She was looking straight forward, her arm around his waist to support him. She looked...determined. He could tell she was stubborn just by the look in her eyes. Her eyes turned toward him, looking at him.
"Are you all right?" she asked, her voice sounded a bit distant now.
"Oh, damn it. I think I'm losing consciousness...great..." Saito thought and tried to stay in focus...he was losing it...dark spots began to appear...
SMACK
She slapped him good and hard.
"Ow!" Saito yelped, his eyes opened now, looking at the woman who continued to walk and slightly pull him along, supporting him as best she could with her one hand around his waist.
"You needed it." she remarked.
Saito blinked, but something made him smile, "...thank you..for the pain." he said to her.
"The pleasure was mine, now keep walking, we're almost there." she remarked
The two slowly walked to the house with a bamboo grove.
Author's Note
How'd y'all like it? Can you guess who the woman is? I'll keep on writing more chapters if you all like it just please REVIEW! Thanks!